Paroles et traduction Eladio Carrion feat. Lil Tjay & Luar La L - Friends - Remix

Friends - Remix

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Trajo par de friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz (Benz), dale, mami, dance, dance

Yeah, friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo (Su estilo), yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí (dile, mami), te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance (El Letra)
Yeah-yeah-yeah

If my stripper se me trepa en el tubo
Once she started bouncin', baby, ella no se detuvo
La amarré chingando, hacemo' el nudo
Yo la llevo a Mars, me siento como Bruno

Como brujo yo la hechizo
Started fuckin' on the couch y terminamo' en el piso
Si me vengo adentro es que ella quiso
Porque ante' de venirme yo le aviso

La baby quiere un puff como Diddy, je
Backwoods, ya no prenden Phillies
Se pasa en el bloque metía' por North Philly (prendida)
Trapeando, ella tiene su drug dealer

Y yo soy su cliente (un plug)
Ese cuerpo es mi dosi', baby, me pongo impaciente
Cuando no te veo a ti recuerdo que soy tu paciente (Tre' Letra')
Veo ese booty 3D como si me engancho los lente' (Mamá)
Cuando yo te doy un palo me siento Robert Clemente
Tú te mojas to'a si yo me pongo caliente
Cambia el clima y siente el cambio en el ambiente
Ella quería Colgate y yo me le venía en los diente'

Big bad bitch con su cara angelical
Somos friends, pero sin friendzone, ya tenemo' historial (Tú sabe')
Grabo con el iPhone pa' enseñarle el tutorial
De cómo la hago venir de cómo la pongo a squirtear

Le paso el squeegee, está mojá', pero la seco
Baby, el que te toque tiene un pasaje pa'l hueco, prr
Yo sigo haciendo chavo' con los teco'
¿De dónde crees que saco pa' comprarte los Pateko?

Y las cartera' Prada
Siempre hago un caso cuando se me va en alzada
Ella me grita "guerra", yo la afilo con mi espada
Ya 'tamo envuelto' en el juego y no somo' nada
Solo

Friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance, yeah

Trench kid, every year I'm on some new shit
Too rich, just blew forty on my new fits
New spliff, daddy punchin' niggas, too sick
You a fine girl, nice curves, we can do shit

You ain't never met a real nigga, let me show you
Back shots, know you like that, 'cause I know you
Too nice, just my type, couldn't bro you
Normally I'm not the cuffin' type, I ain't gon' hold you
But I chose you
I'ma keep you lavish long as you do what you 'posed to
Music moving coastal, rappin', I got vocals
On IG for the drip, I ain't social

Different type of life, changing channels like it's Roku
I don't trust shit, off a vibe, I'm like Smokey
I just be fast with it, bitches keep racks
Stay strapped and prepared 'cause I gotta go loco

Friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, le tiro par de bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance
Yeah-yeah-yeah

Ese culo es uno de uno
Explosiva como cuando juega' Call Of Duty, dale al R1
Hacemo' una porno, si quiere' llamo a Nuno
Pa' que te grabe con toa' tu' amistade' handicap, cuatro a uno
Y al que te toque click-clack
Que tú quiere' las uña' en shellac
Me dijo: "Quiero ir pa' la H" porque soy como en Cali Tupac
Medusa en tu blusa Versace, en la cartera Gucci tres racks
Siempre en altura como ROSALÍA
Y los Apalache', tú supiste que este bicho e' crack

¿Qué? Jeje
Tres Letra', La L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
Mera, dime, Custom
Vamo' a customearno' un par de bebecita' hoy

Dime, Ela
Los que tenemo' la salsa, ustede' saben ya
Lil Tjay, light it up, nigga
Oye, mami

Yo sé que solo somo' amigo', pero
Yo te quiero pa' algo má'
Si me das la oportunidad, creéme, no te va' a arrepentir
Tres Letra'

Friends - Remix

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Trajo par de friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, te tiro par de bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz (Benz), dale, mami, dance, dance

Yeah, friends, son toda' tens
She's got her style (Her style), yeah, she doesn't follow trends
If you dance for me (tell her, mommy), I'll throw you a couple of bands,...
I ride her on the Benz, come on, Mommy, dance, dance (The Lyrics)
Yeah-yeah-yeah

If my stripper climbs on me on the tube
Once she started bouncing', baby, she didn't stop
I fucking tied her up, let's tie the knot
I'm taking her to Mars, I feel like Bruno

As a witch I cast a spell
Started fuckin' on the couch and ended up on the floor
If I come inside is that she wanted
Because before 'coming to me I warn you

The baby wants a puff like Diddy, heh
Backwoods, they don't turn on Phillies anymore
It happens on the block I used to 'by North Philly (turned on)
Mopping, she has her drug dealer

And I am your customer (a plug)
That body is my dose', baby, I get impatient
When I don't see you I remember that I'm your patient (Tre' Letter')
I see that booty 3D as if I hook my lenses' (Mom)
When I give you a stick I feel Robert Clemente
You get wet to'a if I get hot
Change the weather and feel the change in the environment
She wanted Colgate and I was in her teeth'

Big bad bitch with her angelic face
We are friends, but without friendzone, we already have 'history (You know')
I record with the iPhone to ' show you the tutorial
Of how I make her come of how I put her to squirt

I pass the squeegee, it's wet', but the dry
Baby, whoever touches you has a hollow pa'l passage, prr
I keep doing chavo'with the teco'
Where do you think I get to buy the Pateko?

And the Prada wallets
I always make a case when it goes up to me
She shouts "war" at me, I sharpen her with my sword
I'm already 'wrapped up' in the game and I'm not 'anything
Alone

Friends, they're all 'tens
She has her style, yeah, she doesn't follow trends
If you dance for me, I'll throw you a couple of bands, bands
La monto en el Benz, Benz, dale, mami, dance, dance, yeah

Trench kid, every year I'm on some new shit
Too rich, just blew forty on my new fits
New spliff, daddy punchin' niggas, too sick
You a fine girl, nice curves, we can do shit

You ain't never met a real nigga, let me show you
Back shots, know you like that, 'cause I know you
Too nice, just my type, couldn't bro you
Normally I'm not the cuffin' type, I ain't gon' hold you
But I chose you
I'ma keep you lavish long as you do what you 'posed to
Music moving coastal, rappin', I got vocals
On IG for the drip, I ain't social

Different type of life, changing channels like it's Roku
I don't trust shit, off a vibe, I'm like Smokey
I just be fast with it, bitches keep racks
Stay strapped and prepared 'cause I gotta go loco

Friends, son toda' tens
Ella tiene su estilo, yeah, no sigue trends
Si bailas pa' mí, le tiro par de bands
I ride her on the Benz, Benz, come on, Mommy, dance, dance
Yeah-yeah-yeah

That ass is one of one
Explosive like when he plays 'Call Of Duty, hit the R1
Let's do 'a porno, if you want' I call Nuno
To 'record you with toa' your 'amistade' handicap, four to one
And to the one who touches you click-clack
That you want 'the nails' in shellac
He told me: "I want to go pa' la H" because I'm like in Cali Tupac
Medusa in your Versace blouse, in the Gucci wallet three racks
Always in height like Rosalia
And the Appalachians', did you know that this bug e' crack

What? Hehe
Three Letter', The L
L3TRA Entertainment, baby
Mera, tell me, Custom
I'm going 'to customearno' a couple of little baby' today

Tell me, Ela
Those of us who have 'the sauce, you' already know
Lil Tjay, light it up, nigga
Hey, Mommy

I know I'm just a friend, but
I love you for 'something more'
If you give me the chance, believe me, you won't regret
Three Letter'