Lyrics and translation
Original
Tamo' tirando balones. Tu bitch siempre se la pone.
Tamo' prendiendo los blones.
-Estamos encima 'e la cima. . . -El Príncipe, The Next.
Tamo' tirando balones, eh. Me quieren to'as las canciones, eh.
Tu bitch siempre se la pone, eh, conmigo haciendo flexiones, eh.
Tamo' prendiendo los blones, blones de to' los colores, eh.
Estamos encima 'e la cima cogiendo las putas de to' los masones, eh. Tirándonos en la piscina, este bitch trajo una mina.
Ella solita se lía, la mina trajo una amiga.
Se subió pa' la tarima, eh, con la botella 'e tequila, eh.
Ella está fina y vacila, su papa está metido en la cocaína, eh. Ma-ma-mami, no te hace falta eso si vos querés ser mía.
Si mi bicho te provoca, que te despierta todo el día.
Una argentina se lo arma y la española lo olía. Y la tercera quiere pedir shawarma porque ella es de
Turquía. Pero es mía, toda mía.
Y su supuesta monogamia sé que es todo una mentira.
Aunque es tuya, es más mía, toda mía, a escondidas.
Yo no sé qué pasó cuando yo desperté. Tengo alcohol en sangre y sigo viendo todo al revés.
En la mesa no hay nada de lo que yo compré.
No sé si se lo robaron o si yo todo, todo lo tomé.
Estamos bien, eh, fumando je-e-e, en el hotel, eh, estamos tirando papel.
La llevo en la tagliatella, eh, pongo pasta en la cartera.
Que la ponga a tenis, la trate bien. El que no cena con la boca llena, qué pena, morena color de canela.
Tanga recubre un bollito de crema, lo quiere dentro y yo afuera.
Lo quiere sin el umbrella, dentro de poco te opera. Lo está pidiendo a capella, pónmelo en cuatro,
Selena. Si vienen otras, es tela, besito detrás chatela-a.
Ella es mi nena, me frena con la C16 y le exploto su vientre.
Si te agarro bien de la melena, es porque entre tú y yo nos quedó algo pendiente.
Cabrón, ponte pa' la bolsa, corta con la mariposa. Ya estoy puesto pa' otra cosa, mi mai no me verá con esposas.
Normal, los trancas no lo pasen, no están listas y algo que pase.
Cuando estás arriba, me gusta besarte y que vos me abraces.
Normal que no me case, si no me gustan los -trajes.
-Pero sí tus vestidos cuando combinan con los míos. Tamo' tirando balones, me quieren to'as las canciones.
Tu bitch siempre se la pone, le cuesta bajarse pantalones.
Tamo' mechando los blones, genes de to' los colores.
Estamos encima 'e la cima cogiendo las putas de to' los -masones. -Belia Music.
Tamo' tirando balones, me quieren to'as las canciones, eh.
Tu bitch siempre se la pone, le cuesta bajar sus pantalones, eh. Tamo' prendiendo los blones, genes de to' los colores.
Estamos encima 'e la cima cogiendo las putas de to' los masones.
Mi príncipe, el príncipe del trap.
English translation
We're shooting balls. Your bitch always wears it.
We're turning on the blocks.
-We are on top of the top. . . -The Prince, The Next.
We're throwing balls, huh. I love all the songs, huh.
Your bitch always gets it on, huh, with me doing push-ups, huh.
We're lighting the blocks, blocks of all colors, huh.
We're at the top fucking the whores of all the Freemasons, huh. Throwing us in the pool, this bitch brought a mine.
She gets involved by herself, mine brought a friend.
He got up on stage, eh, with the bottle of tequila, eh.
She is thin and hesitant, her dad is into cocaine, huh. Mommy-mommy, you don't need that if you want to be mine.
If my bug provokes you, it wakes you up all day.
An Argentinian woman did it and the Spanish woman smelled it. And the third wants to order shawarma because she is from
Türkiye. But it's mine, all mine.
And I know his supposed monogamy is all a lie.
Although it is yours, it is more mine, all mine, in secret.
I don't know what happened when I woke up. I have alcohol in my blood and I keep seeing everything backwards.
There is nothing on the table that I bought.
I don't know if they stole it or if I took everything, everything.
We're fine, eh, smoking hee-e-e, in the hotel, eh, we're throwing paper.
I carry it in the tagliatella, eh, I put pasta in my wallet.
Put her in tennis, treat her well. He who doesn't dine with his mouth full, what a shame, cinnamon-colored brunette.
Thong covers a cream puff, she wants it inside and I want it outside.
He wants it without the umbrella, he will operate on you shortly. He's asking it a cappella, put it in four,
Selena. If others come, it's fabric, kiss behind chatela-a.
She is my baby, she stops me with the C16 and I explode her belly.
If I grab your hair, it's because between you and me we had something pending.
Bastard, get on with the bag, cut off the butterfly. I'm already set for something else, my mother won't see me in handcuffs.
Normally, the bars do not pass it, they are not ready and something happens.
When you're upstairs, I like to kiss you and have you hug me.
It's normal that I don't get married if I don't like suits.
-But your dresses do when they match mine. We're throwing balls, all the songs love me.
Your bitch always puts it on, it's hard for him to take down his pants.
We've got the blocks, genes from all the colors.
We are at the top fucking the whores of all the Freemasons. -Belia Music.
We're throwing balls, all the songs love me, huh.
Your bitch always puts it on, it's hard for him to get his pants down, huh. We've turned on the blocks, genes for all the colors.
We are at the top fucking the whores of all the Freemasons.
My prince, the prince of trap.