More songs by Dirty Suc
Description
Producer: Danni Ble
Producer: Divase
Lyrics and translation
Original
Baby, we both have predictions. Looks like it's our wake up.
I know I see it when you're distant. Gotta be the easy way out. Ain't no matter how we get there.
I know we'll get there. I know we'll get there.
Tú eres todo lo que yo soñé ese 14 de febrero.
Cuando decidí quitarme yo y ponerte a ti primero.
No quiero pelearme más, mi amor.
Dios no devuelve el tiempo, porque lo que ayer era una parte es mi mundo entero.
Mami, deja el drama, yo lo dejo todo por ti.
Me encanta ver esas nalgas cuando te pones los jeans. Si me faltas es como si falta una parte de mí. What the fuck?
¿Qué pasó? Celebro San Valentín.
Llevo siete días sin verte, ma, y se me hace medio raro. Cuando te cacheo va a sentirse como un disparo.
Hoy no tengo tiempo para hablar, tengo el paladar caro. Quiero comerte el culo, tu fama es caro.
Toc, toc. Otra vez llaman los vecinos.
Que si estamos viendo a la chola, si somos asesinos. Yo soy un chulo hasta el final de mis días finos.
Si no quieres salir a cenar, te cocino.
Y nos ponemos una serie de esas que no seguimos y si no la terminamos, repetimos. Tengo una reserva reservada, un buen vino.
Pienso brindar por todas las veces que tú y yo nos venimos. Valentino en tu bolso y tus gafas
Versace. Accesorios Balmain, los demás me dan lache.
Nunca fuiste basic hoe, nunca tuviste huaraches. Y ese booty peruano hay que lo cache, cache. Sube el cache.
Cada vez que estoy contigo haciéndolo, mmm. Cada tema que estoy dedicándote, mmm.
Si quieres te doy la razón, mmm, mmm. Tú eres todo lo que yo soñé ese 14 de febrero.
Cuando decidí quitarme yo y ponerte a ti primero.
No quiero pelearme más, mi amor.
Dios no devuelve el tiempo, porque lo que ayer era una parte es mi mundo entero.
English translation
Baby, we both have predictions. Looks like it's our wake up.
I know I see it when you're distant. Gotta be the easy way out. Ain't no matter how we get there.
I know we'll get there. I know we'll get there.
You are everything I dreamed of that February 14th.
When I decided to remove myself and put you first.
I don't want to fight anymore, my love.
God does not give back time, because what was a part yesterday is my entire world.
Mommy, leave the drama, I'll leave everything for you.
I love seeing those buttocks when you put on your jeans. If you miss me it's like a part of me is missing. What the fuck?
What happened? I celebrate Valentine's Day.
I haven't seen you in seven days, ma, and it seems kind of strange to me. When I pat you down it's going to feel like a gunshot.
Today I don't have time to talk, my palate is expensive. I want to eat your ass, your fame is expensive.
Knock, knock. The neighbors call again.
That if we are seeing the chola, if we are murderers. I am a pimp until the end of my fine days.
If you don't want to go out to dinner, I'll cook for you.
And we put on a series of those that we don't follow and if we don't finish it, we repeat. I have a reservation reserved, a good wine.
I plan to toast all the times you and I come together. Valentino in your bag and your glasses
Versace. Balmain accessories, the others make me sad.
You were never a basic hoe, you never had huaraches. And that Peruvian booty must be cached, cached. Upload the cache.
Every time I'm with you doing it, mmm. Every topic I'm dedicating to you, mmm.
If you want, I agree with you, mmm, mmm. You are everything I dreamed of that February 14th.
When I decided to remove myself and put you first.
I don't want to fight anymore, my love.
God does not give back time, because what was a part yesterday is my entire world.