Ghetto Star Lyrics With English, Hindi Translation ~ Ryan Castro


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Ghetto Star Lyrics In English Translation by Ryan Castro is a 2023 brand new song sung by Ryan Castro.

Ghetto Star Lyrics English In Translation – Ryan Castro

So much shine on the neck I seem frozen

Those who grew up with me, none of them are bald

Where the singer arrives, everything is Sold Out

They played with me and they were struck out

Multiplying money like I’m a nerd

I have an apartment on the left arm

They are telling me believed because sometimes I get lost

The bill going up when I sleep

Call the face if you do not respect

I made the baby’s ass and boobs

All day fresh in shorts

The engines of the porscheta roar

All day playing on the station

Talking about the street and the guns

My flow is from the street, but they fall in love

It is not the same to listen to me than to see me in person

Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them

Stealing outfits, never morrongas

She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga

Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them

Stealing outfits, never morrongas

She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga

Oh yes, oh yes

500 pairs of sneakers and I only have two feet

I have her in four and she told me “Oh yes”

She lives in a neighborhood of Medellín, but when she speaks English

Baby call me, call me

I used to be lowly, I pay him more than the only

Snatched up when I’m not horny

Underground baby, always lowkey

I work with pressure I like to be held

They say they sing, but they don’t get into it

This is for love but love for the ticket

You do not respect, there is no one who respects you

Focused without losing my north

Couple of panas in court, for drugs or for carrying

I get to the business there is no one to support me

I make money for sports, I have a house and transportation

They talk bad about me, so I don’t care

I keep traveling the world, filling out the passport

A topic in half an hour for Coqe to export it

Always new clothes and neat cut

A commune kid

Rich from music not rich from cradle

I’m a panther even though I don’t work with Puma

Rising like foam I almost touched the moon

I do it for pleasure from the beginning

Also for money, perks of the trade

Bad energy to get me mad

All neck in gold like an Egyptian

Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them

Stealing outfits, never morrongas

She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga

Every day I buy clothes, even if I never wear them

Stealing outfits, never morrongas

She gave herself up, mamisonga, putonga

ryan castro

He’s the Ghetto singer with Coqe

Representing the neighborhoods, the blocks

Medellin

We Got The Willow Baby

Zagaga Zaw

Zaga Zaga Zaga Zaga Zaw

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