Uh
Una rosa lavada que me active las alas
Pupilas dilatadas, en mi cara no hay nada
Me mantengo despierto
Pero siento bien dormido el cuerpo
Entre drogas y armas, correteando las pacas
Y burlamos la placa, me cuida la calaca
A los falsos de lejos
El cuadro está completo
Ando en lo malo, el cuerno es mi aliado
Nos jugamos la vida, esto es un volado
Instinto de venado
No se les haga raro si me miran trincado
Y una Super que en las cachas trae el diablo
Me cuidan los deltas como sombra a lado
Ando todo trameado, un estilo italiano como los sicilianos
Oh
Uh
Y así suena su compa Gabito, viejo
¿Qué rollo, carnal?
Puro Sonora, compa Adriel
No hay más, viejo
Oh, f*ck!
Fusca personalizada, las cachas congeladas
Miedo le tengo a nada, me brinco sin pensarla
Sé moverme en silencio
Contado tengo el tiempo
Fama y cueros de rana, se mueven en la maña
Esta vida es prestada y no le debo nada
Disfruto los momentos
No vivo de recuerdos
Ando en lo malo, el cuerno es mi aliado
Nos jugamos la vida, esto es un volado
Instinto de venado
No se les haga raro si me miran trincado
Y una Super que en las cachas trae el diablo
Me cuidan los deltas como sombra a lado
Ando todo trameado, un estilo italiano como los sicilianos
Oh
Ando En Lo Malo Video (MV)
Performed By: Gabito Ballesteros
From Album: The GB
Language: Spanish
Length: 3:19
Written by: Adriel Favela, Gabriel Ballesteros, Josse Francisco Rios, Luis Lara Ayala
Year: 2024
Gabito Ballesteros - Ando En Lo Malo Lyrics
Official
Uh
A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, there's nothing on my face
I stay awake
But my body feels deeply asleep
Among drugs and guns, chasing bales
And we dodge the cops, watched over by death
I keep the fakes at a distance
The picture is complete
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
Uh
And that's how his buddy Gabito sounds, man
What's up, bro?
All Sonora, buddy Adriel
That's it, man
Oh, f*ck!
Customized Fusca, frozen grips
I fear nothing, I jump without thinking
I know how to move in silence
I count my time
Fame and frog skins, they move in the trickery
This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don't live on memories
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, there's nothing on my face
I stay awake
But my body feels deeply asleep
Among drugs and guns, chasing bales
And we dodge the cops, watched over by death
I keep the fakes at a distance
The picture is complete
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
Uh
And that's how his buddy Gabito sounds, man
What's up, bro?
All Sonora, buddy Adriel
That's it, man
Oh, f*ck!
Customized Fusca, frozen grips
I fear nothing, I jump without thinking
I know how to move in silence
I count my time
Fame and frog skins, they move in the trickery
This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don't live on memories
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
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Spanish
Uh
Una rosa lavada que me active las alas
Pupilas dilatadas, en mi cara no hay nada
Me mantengo despierto
Pero siento bien dormido el cuerpo
Entre drogas y armas, correteando las pacas
Y burlamos la placa, me cuida la calaca
A los falsos de lejos
El cuadro está completo
Ando en lo malo, el cuerno es mi aliado
Nos jugamos la vida, esto es un volado
Instinto de venado
No se les haga raro si me miran trincado
Y una Super que en las cachas trae el diablo
Me cuidan los deltas como sombra a lado
Ando todo trameado, un estilo italiano como los sicilianos
Oh
Uh
Y así suena su compa Gabito, viejo
¿Qué rollo, carnal?
Puro Sonora, compa Adriel
No hay más, viejo
Oh, f*ck!
Fusca personalizada, las cachas congeladas
Miedo le tengo a nada, me brinco sin pensarla
Sé moverme en silencio
Contado tengo el tiempo
Fama y cueros de rana, se mueven en la maña
Esta vida es prestada y no le debo nada
Disfruto los momentos
No vivo de recuerdos
Ando en lo malo, el cuerno es mi aliado
Nos jugamos la vida, esto es un volado
Instinto de venado
No se les haga raro si me miran trincado
Y una Super que en las cachas trae el diablo
Me cuidan los deltas como sombra a lado
Ando todo trameado, un estilo italiano como los sicilianos
Oh
Una rosa lavada que me active las alas
Pupilas dilatadas, en mi cara no hay nada
Me mantengo despierto
Pero siento bien dormido el cuerpo
Entre drogas y armas, correteando las pacas
Y burlamos la placa, me cuida la calaca
A los falsos de lejos
El cuadro está completo
Ando en lo malo, el cuerno es mi aliado
Nos jugamos la vida, esto es un volado
Instinto de venado
No se les haga raro si me miran trincado
Y una Super que en las cachas trae el diablo
Me cuidan los deltas como sombra a lado
Ando todo trameado, un estilo italiano como los sicilianos
Oh
Uh
Y así suena su compa Gabito, viejo
¿Qué rollo, carnal?
Puro Sonora, compa Adriel
No hay más, viejo
Oh, f*ck!
Fusca personalizada, las cachas congeladas
Miedo le tengo a nada, me brinco sin pensarla
Sé moverme en silencio
Contado tengo el tiempo
Fama y cueros de rana, se mueven en la maña
Esta vida es prestada y no le debo nada
Disfruto los momentos
No vivo de recuerdos
Ando en lo malo, el cuerno es mi aliado
Nos jugamos la vida, esto es un volado
Instinto de venado
No se les haga raro si me miran trincado
Y una Super que en las cachas trae el diablo
Me cuidan los deltas como sombra a lado
Ando todo trameado, un estilo italiano como los sicilianos
Oh
English
Uh
A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, there's nothing on my face
I stay awake
But my body feels deeply asleep
Among drugs and guns, chasing bales
And we dodge the cops, watched over by death
I keep the fakes at a distance
The picture is complete
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
Uh
And that's how his buddy Gabito sounds, man
What's up, bro?
All Sonora, buddy Adriel
That's it, man
Oh, f*ck!
Customized Fusca, frozen grips
I fear nothing, I jump without thinking
I know how to move in silence
I count my time
Fame and frog skins, they move in the trickery
This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don't live on memories
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, there's nothing on my face
I stay awake
But my body feels deeply asleep
Among drugs and guns, chasing bales
And we dodge the cops, watched over by death
I keep the fakes at a distance
The picture is complete
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
Uh
And that's how his buddy Gabito sounds, man
What's up, bro?
All Sonora, buddy Adriel
That's it, man
Oh, f*ck!
Customized Fusca, frozen grips
I fear nothing, I jump without thinking
I know how to move in silence
I count my time
Fame and frog skins, they move in the trickery
This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don't live on memories
I'm in the bad, the horn is my ally
We're risking our lives, it's a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if you see me busted
And a Super that brings the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all rigged, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh
Writer: Adriel Favela, Gabriel Ballesteros, Josse Francisco Rios, Luis Lara Ayala
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
