Buya

Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway
If you play rough
There will come your day (ay ya) (hey)
Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway (ay ya) (here me now)
If you play rough

All this adrenaline
Got me sweating but don't think I fear ya
A force that's controlling me
It's the devil in me that likes winning ya

I'm round the corner (ha)
You see me coming (ha)
I'm on this thing like (ha)
Yeah, with it

They call me a killer
But I would just say I'm focused, eh
Strong like a pillar
On top of you like a locust
Don't play around
I'm pound for pound
You heard me say
I'm with it

Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway
If you play rough
There will come your day
Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway
If you play rough

Play you hard, what's my name?
Kill your title, born for fame
You as bad as your aim
You're drinking my bullets I'm shooting from corner lane

You're failing, I'll be winning
You in my face, I be chilling
While you falling, I'm here grinning
All my pockets I'm here filling baby

La buya en las gradas gritando mi nombre
Y tú badtripeao que nadie te responde
Estoy tan duro que no hay que hacer fronte
Te tengo comiendo más grama que un cabro en el monte

Activa'o llevo sangre de los campeones (woah)
Yo soy el mejor, tú sabes las razones (yeah)
No sudo una gota y me caen millones
Más millaje en la calle que un chustro en PR
Es fácil pa' mí que tu nombre yo entierre

Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway
If you play rough
There will come your day (hey)
Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway
If you play rough (yeah)

Buya, buya, buya, buya
Way, way, way, way
Buya, buya, buya, buya
Way, way, way, way
Buya, buya, buya, buya
Way, way, way
If you play rough

Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway
If you play rough
There will come your day (ay ya) (hey)
Buya, buya
Ain't no getaway (ay ya) (here me now)
If you play rough

(Domino Saints Baby)



Credits
Writer(s): David Alberto Leal, Giselle Ojeda, Gabriel Rodriguez
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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