Lyrics and translation Kenya Racaile - Tu Me Llamas Mami

Tu Me Llamas Mami

Tú me llamas mami pero yo ya no contesto
Yo me voy con mi gato y no' vamo' al rebuleo
Ahora mis palabras suenan todas en estéreo
Si tú quieres yo le meto al vacileo
Dale duro papi vamono pal cielo
Bebiendo moet y macallan con hielo
Garrafa, manguera y salones de juego,
Yo no entro en tu juego
Si jodes con uno te pegan el carro fuego
Siempre vamo' con la malla
Y tú me llama
Quiere estar esta noche en mi cama
Y discutimos hasta las seis de la mañana
No busques ruina
Que se te quitarán las ganas
De probar piel canelita y ojos de gitana
Esa gente raja las espaldas
Yo no hago mucho caso que no estoy ya pa' dramas
Si haces llorar a la mía haré llorar a tu mamá
Quiero ver esa carita
Cuero o jaco me tiene loquita
Pide por esa boquita
Pide lo que necesitas
Ron, caviar y cosa fina
Rosa que no cuidas se marchita
Derrapando la rotonda toda la clicka
Mis niñas te lo explican
Aquella noche fue magnífica, mágica
Yo roneando y tú bebiendo en el bar
El cristal es carmelita, en cilindro la farina
Y tú cagao no sales de tu esquina
Yo sin vestir fendi o prada sigo linda
Billetes frescos siempre sacan una sonrisa
Yo sigo contando que no está a la vera tuya
Tu puta esta triste porque es una
incomprendía dila que aquí tiene faena pa To los días
Tu me llamas mami pero yo ya no contesto
Yo me voy con mi gato y no' vamo' al rebuleo
Ahora mis palabras suenan todas en estéreo
Si tú quieres yo le meto al vacileo
Dale duro papi vamono pal cielo
Bebiendo moet y macallan con hielo
Garrafa, manguera y salones de juego,
Yo no entro en tu juego
Si jodes con uno te pegan el carro fuego

You Call Me Mommy

You call me mommy but I don't answer anymore
I'm going with my cat and we're not going to the chaos
Now my words sound all in stereo
If you want, I'll get into the swing of things
Hit it hard, daddy, let's go to heaven
Drinking Moët and Macallan on ice
Jug, hose and gambling dens,
I don't play your game
If you fuck with one, they'll burn your car
We always go with the net
And you call me
You want to be in my bed tonight
And we argue until six in the morning
Don't look for ruin
It will take away your desire
To taste the cinnamon skin and gypsy eyes
Those people scratch their backs
I don't pay much attention to them, I'm not here for dramas
If you make my girl cry, I'll make your mother cry
I want to see that little face
Leather or cocaine drives me crazy
Ask for it with that little mouth
Ask for what you need
Rum, caviar and fancy stuff
A rose that you don't care for will wither
The whole clique drifting around the roundabout
My girls will explain it to you
That night was magnificent, magical
Me purring and you drinking at the bar
The glass is caramel-colored, the flour in a tube
And you're scared, you don't leave your corner
I'm still beautiful without wearing Fendi or Prada
Fresh bills always bring a smile
I keep saying that she's not with you
Your bitch is sad because she's a
misunderstood tell her she has work here for every day
You call me mommy but I don't answer anymore
I'm going with my cat and we're not going to the chaos
Now my words sound all in stereo
If you want, I'll get into the swing of things
Hit it hard, daddy, let's go to heaven
Drinking Moët and Macallan on ice
Jug, hose and gambling dens,
I don't play your game
If you fuck with one, they'll burn your car