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Description
Composer Lyricist: Pablo Jiménez Sáez
Composer Lyricist: Adrián González
Studio Producer: Selecta
Engineer: Danni Ble
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ma, yo no sé lo que tienes. Si somos algo o no somos, pero ando preso de eso tuyo.
Tu culo es un icono. Vamos a hacernos esta habitación con vistas al domo.
Tú serás mi baby mama, yo no le bajo de tono. Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela, Prada y
Cartier encima, pero no sono italiano.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, cada noche en un hotel, Maldivas y Portofino un verano.
Yendo manejando por las calles que me besaste, oyendo las canciones que un día te dediqué. Ma, yo sé que estás cansada de esta vida de gángster.
Nos sacan fotos cuando creemos que no nos ven. Hoy, hoy y antes tú no eres un ángel, pero ese
Victoria's te queda cabrón.
No sé por qué cuando siempre que peleamos y después nos chingamos se siente mejor.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela, Prada y Cartier encima, pero no sono italiano.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, cada noche en un hotel, Maldivas y Portofino un verano. Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela,
Prada y Cartier encima, pero no sono italiano.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, cada noche en un hotel, Maldivas y Portofino un verano.
Mi-mira, esta wea se aparece sencillo. Tu culo botando, a mi hermano le choco la sin.
Me miro al espejo y cuando estás delante me veo muy lindo, superguapo, supercapo, superchingón.
Ya conozco tus lunares y de memoria tus fotos, lo que hacer pa que te enfades y a lo que sabes ser tonto.
Vamos a hacernos esta habitación con vistas al domo. Tú serás mi baby mama, yo no le bajo de tono.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela, Prada y Cartier encima, pero no sono italiano. Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, cada noche en un hotel, Maldivas y
Portofino un verano.
English translation
Ma, I don't know what you have. Whether we are something or we are not, but I am a prisoner of that of yours.
Your ass is an icon. Let's get this room with a view of the dome.
You will be my baby mama, I won't tone it down. Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela, Prada and
Cartier on top, but I don't sound Italian.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, every night in a hotel, Maldives and Portofino one summer.
Driving through the streets that you kissed me, listening to the songs that one day I dedicated to you. Ma, I know you're tired of this gangster life.
They take photos of us when we think they don't see us. Today, today and before you are not an angel, but that
Victoria's is a bastard for you.
I don't know why when every time we fight and then fuck each other it feels better.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela, Prada and Cartier on top, but I don't sound Italian.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, every night in a hotel, Maldives and Portofino one summer. Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela,
Prada and Cartier on top, but I don't sound Italian.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, every night in a hotel, Maldives and Portofino one summer.
My-look, this thing seems simple. Your ass bouncing, my brother was shocked.
I look in the mirror and when you're in front of me I see myself very cute, super handsome, super capo, super cool.
I already know your moles and your photos by heart, what to do to make you angry and what you know how to be stupid.
Let's get this room with a view of the dome. You will be my baby mama, I won't tone it down.
Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, Margiela, Prada and Cartier on top, but I don't sound Italian. Fashion Week, Mercedes Benz, every night in a hotel, Maldives and
Portofino one summer.