Paroles et traduction J Wigga - Bad Bitch

Bad Bitch

Venía por un Ferrari,
Se fue contenta tras Vicky's y mary
3 ladys en la party, mordiendo, la croman a todos mis homies
Pero la del viernes aun llama a daddy
No al que la espera en casa, ahora soy,
Proceso de adopción, proceso de adopción.

Me dice que yo. que yo le provoqué una visión
Y que estabamos en el sillón rojos y secos tras el cuarto blunt
Me dice "Jota, no lo haces mal"
Claro que no, mamá¡
"Creo que en el Rap la puedes detonar"
Y así fue, la empecé a detonar. a bombear.

I'm a bad boy
She's a bad bitch
I'm a bad boy
She's a bad bitch
I'm a lonely boy
She's a loney girl
I'm a dead rapper
And she's a lucky bitch

Le saca de pedo como soy un cerdo tronando los beats
Quiere estar aqui primero que cualquiera ser la V.I.P.
Y yo estoy aquí, con su falda... gris
La falda era rosa y le roza mi mano,
Yo andaba de gris, andaba de grifo¡

La morra esta como el barrio, caliente, caliente¡
La morra esta como el barrio, caliente, caliente¡
Morra, estás como el barrio, caliente, caliente¡
La morra está como el barrio, caliente caliente¡

Amistades no busca, busca la fusca
No busca ayuda
Me dice "Jota, haz una rima de mi desnuda.
De mi semi-desnuda. de mi semi-desnuda"
Y le digo "Sin duda"
Y así foto tras foto hasta que llegue la luna

Hasta que se caiga la ropa y ya no escriba mi pluma
Y aun así aquí te sentí mujer, y me das de beber, nos quitamos la sed.

La Low Life¡
Yeah, ajá¡
Vida baja, padrino
Es la low life, primo
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Bad Bitch

I came for a Ferrari,
She left happy after Vicky's and mary
3 ladies at the party, munching, they speed all my homies
But the one from Friday still calls daddy
Not the one waiting for her at home, now I am,
Adoption process, adoption process.

She tells me that I, that I provoked a vision for her
And that we were on the red couch and dry after the fourth blunt
She tells me, "Jota, you're not bad at it."
Of course not, mommy!
"I think you can make it in Rap."
And so it was, I started to set it off, to pump it up.

I'm a bad boy
She's a bad bitch
I'm a bad boy
She's a bad bitch
I'm a lonely boy
She's a lonely girl
I'm a dead rapper
And she's a lucky bitch

She teases me because I'm a pig, bursting out the beats
She wants to be here first before anyone else to be the V.I.P.
And I'm here, with her gray skirt...
The skirt was pink and it grazes my hand,
I was wearing gray, I was wearing a tap!

The chick is like the neighborhood, hot, hot!
The chick is like the neighborhood, hot, hot!
Chick, you're like the neighborhood, hot, hot!
The chick is like the neighborhood, hot, hot!

She doesn't look for friends, she looks for the gun
She doesn't seek help
She tells me, "Jota, make a rhyme about me naked.
About me semi-naked. about me semi-naked"
And I say, "Without a doubt."
And so photo after photo until the moon arrives

Until all your clothes fall off and my pen no longer writes
And even so, here I felt you, woman, and you give me a drink, we quench our thirst.

Low Life!
Yeah, aha!
Low life, godfather
It's the low life, cuz
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