Paroles et traduction Franky Style - Young Chili

Young Chili

Young chili, your your chili
Habano black havana club
Young chili back, i wanna love
Para ese vato le guardo un bate
Del trato al trato, del trapi al Trap
Cocina ese track, cocina ese crack
Cociname mami que fui a trabajar
Yo la vivo hard, la vi bajar
De ese puto coche iba con alguien mas
No puedo pensar, en que va a pasar
Si otro fucking hombre te va a ir a buscar
No hay nada más sucio que verte bailar
Yo vendo esa mota que queres quemar
Nena te aseguro...
Que mi amor es puro
Ya se que le gusto a tu amiga pero ella no tiene ese culo
Un amor más duro que el pibe en la puerta del dealer
No se que le pide my nigge
La perra de cine decide que si debería pasar por donde vive
Reside en los fines de un barrio privado con casas de miles y miles
Y yo huelo a calle pero de esa calle del lado sublime del crimen
No digas más nada, tus palabras, balas
Un Cowboy tal como los Dallas
Salir de este drama
Como un Roll Royce nena poder levantar esas alas
Sombrilla en un trago, los pies en la orilla
Sentada en la arena que quema
Yo la veo que brilla, parece sumisa
Pero si que es piya la nena
Espero tranquilo pero ella da vueltas como ese rayado vinilo
Con ritmos modernos y en la copa un
Vino, lo hago clasicc como un torino
El sol en la frente y su cuerpo está ardiente
Pero dice que hay mucha gente
Lo nuestro se siente ya es muy evidente
Ella sabe que lo traigo chili caliente
Young chili your your chili

Young Chili

Young chili, your your chili
Habano black havana club
Young chili back, I wanna love
I'll keep a bat for that vato
From deal to deal, from trap to Trap
Cook that track, cook that crack
Cook for me mommy I went to work
I live it hard, I saw it coming down
I was in that fucking car with someone else.
I can't think, what's going to happen
If another fucking man is going to look for you
There's nothing dirtier than watching you dance
I sell that speck that you want to burn
Baby I assure you...
That my love is pure
I know your friend likes me but she doesn't have that ass
A love harder than the boy at the dealer's door
I don't know what my nigge is asking
The movie bitch decides if she should stop by where she lives
Resides in the ends of a private neighborhood with houses of thousands and thousands
And I smell like a street but from that street on the sublime side of crime
Say nothing more, your words, bullets
A Cowboy just like the Dallas
Get out of this drama
Like a Roll Royce baby to be able to lift those wings
Umbrella in a drink, feet on the shore
Sitting on the burning sand
I see her shining, she seems submissive
But if it's piya the baby
I wait quiet but she's spinning like that scratched vinyl
With Moderna rhythms and in the cup a
Wine, I do it clasicc like a torino
The sun on her forehead and her body is burning
But he says there are a lot of people
What we feel is already very evident
She knows I bring him hot chili
Young chili your your chili