Paroles et traduction Jara 909 - KISS DEALER

KISS DEALER

Hola como estás babe
Me he tomado un jarabe que me fui para el space
Te pago dos viajes un hotel y pa la fame
Un par de gafas nuevas y un chaleco philippe plein

Chaleco de marca
Juntando racks
La ropa de tu novio me está quedando genial
Oh fuck kiss dealer
Si se quita la ropa sigue siendo fashion killa
This shit is going hard

Splash moda henny vlone
Tirándote indirectas yo me lo paso mejor
Si prefiere a un bobo pierde a la estrella de rock
Mi ocho cero ocho rompe todo su altavoz

Hola me he enterrado vivo avísalo por la emisora
Que me disculpe el sheriff si me fui con su señora
La vecina enfadada su hija está conmigo ahora
Y su novio rallao su cartier es mío ahora

En el espejo hice un fotón
En el reflejo una ilusión
Me vi muerto en una caja ponía murió por amor
El demonio me llamó
Quemé toda tu habitación
Y ahora dime quién me salva de esta puta maldición

Ey what's going on?

Chaleco de marca
Juntando racks
La ropa de tu novio me está quedando genial
Oh fuck kiss dealer
Si se quita la ropa sigue siendo fashion killa
This shit is going hard

KISS DEALER

Hello my dear, how are you doing?
I took some syrup and went to space
I'll pay for two trips, a hotel, and some food
A new pair of glasses and a Philippe Plein vest

Designer vest
Stacking racks
Your boyfriend's clothes look great on me
Oh damn, kiss dealer
Even without clothes, you're still a fashion killer
This shit is going hard

Splashing fashion, Henny, and Vlone
Throwing shade, I'm having a great time
If you prefer some idiot, you'll lose your rock star
My 808 will blow out your speakers

Hello again, I've buried myself alive
Tell the sheriff it's on him if I run off with his wife
The neighbor's mad, but her daughter's with me now
Her boyfriend's all worked up, but his Cartier is mine now

I took a picture in the mirror
It's an illusion in the reflection
I saw myself dead in a box, it said I died for love
The devil called me
I burned down your entire room
Who will save me from this damn curse?

Hey, what's up?

Designer vest
Stacking racks
Your boyfriend's clothes look great on me
Oh damn, kiss dealer
Even without clothes, you're still a fashion killer
This shit is going hard