El Tigrillo Palma — Pobre Rico song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre Rico" by El Tigrillo Palma.
Lyrics
De niño juntaba bites y en las banquetas dormia mi padre chamveaba al campo con
eso nos mantenia mi madre lavaba ajeno esa era la suerte mia
Un dia le dije a mi padre las cosas van a a cambiar
Nada mas deme
Luz verde pa mi camino
Tomar
La bendición
De mi madre es la que me ha de acompañar
Con tan sólo 14 años me pele pala frontera
Me encontré con unos plebes que
Conocía aya en mi tierra traian mochila al obró y ni para ir a la escuela
Al mes imedio ya andaba con unos tenis de marca le envié dinero a mis padres y
en la billetera una lana entre ellos billetes verdes con carro y con
Una dama
Un torsal de varios gramos con la placa de malverde
Un anillo endiamantado y en medio la santa muerte a san judas en mi esclava
Con tres ketras diferentes
Mi padre ya no va al campo ni mi madre lava ajeno ni yo duermo en las banquetas
ahora tráfico veneno pa que se pongan los gringos para q que espanten el sueño
Lyrics translation
When I was a kid I used to collect dicks and on the sidewalks my father slept in the field with
that kept us my mother washed someone else that was my luck
One day I told my father things are gonna change
Just give me
Green light on my way
Take
Benediction
My mother's is the one to accompany me
At only 14 years old I pele border shovel
I came across some commoners who
I knew aya in my land brought backpack Al Obro and nor to go to school
The month imedio already walked with some brand tennis I sent money to my parents and
in the wallet a wool between them green banknotes with cart and with
Lady
A torsal of several grams with the plate of malverde
A ring endiamantado and in the middle of the Holy Death to St. judas in my slave
With three different ketras
My father doesn't go to the country anymore. my mother doesn't wash anyone else. I don't sleep on the sidewalks.
now traffic poison pa they put gringos to Q that scare the sleep