Paroles et traduction Sara Hebe - Puras Wachas

Puras Wachas

Fragancia Black Tea
Elizabeth Arden a ver si sentís
No tenés que hablar si al final no decís
El lompa del coco te lo revendí ji, ji, ji

Fragancia Black Tea
Camino dejando perfume de mí
No vas a dejarme nunca más así
Quiero todo eso que no me decís, terrible gil

Si te ilusionaste pri, perdiste
Este es el momento de los sadis
Me olvidé del campo en las ciudades
Talk too me wachi
What a fucking bullshit con vos
Si todo bien con el hip hop

Sácate la ropa, no perdamo' el tiempo
Que recorta partime la boca
La película se agota
Acá te espero en cuatro chorreándome de a gotas
Ya sabes que estoy re loca y se me, se, se me nota

Champi campeonato a ver ¿cuál es la más bebota?
Lo tuyo es gol en contra y lo mío
Friki friki friki friki
Friki friki friki fri friki to
Frikitona, dale frikitona

Ahora mandan puras wachas
No me vas a correr con nada
Full piquete y goma quemada
A la final tamo' todas coronadas

Ahora mandan puras wachas
No me vas a correr con nada
Full piquete y goma quemada
A la final tamo' todas coronadas

Va pal' piso
Glicheado sobre el suelo se deshizo
Ahora nadie quiere compromiso
Mie, miedo al tiempo y todos sus hechizos

Un chip más chill
Se hace el ninja
Le presento una botella
Cortada al pico
Impuesto a la riqueza pa' los ricos
Libertad para Milagros
Cerrá el pico
En el mundo todo preso es político

Ahora mandan puras wachas
No me vas a correr con nada
Full piquete y goma quemada
A la final tamo' todas coronadas

Ahora mandan puras wachas
No me vas a correr con nada
Full piquete y goma quemada
A la final tamo' todas coronadas

Just Chicks

Black Tea fragrance
Elizabeth Arden, see if you feel it
You don't have to talk if you don't say anything in the end
I resold you the coconut loincloth, ji, ji, ji

Black Tea fragrance
I walk leaving my perfume behind
You're never going to leave me like that again
I want all that you're not telling me, you terrible jerk

If you got your hopes up, pri, you lost
This is the moment of the sadists
I forgot about the countryside in the cities
Talk to me, wachi
What a fucking bullshit with you
If everything is good with hip hop

Take off your clothes, let's not waste time
Cut my mouth up, part it
The movie is running out
I'm waiting for you here, dripping in four drops
You know I'm crazy and it shows, it, it shows

Champa championship, let's see which one is the biggest dummy?
Yours is an own goal and mine
Friki friki friki friki
Friki friki friki fri friki to
Frikitona, come on frikitona

Now just chicks are in charge
You're not going to run away with anything
Full picket and burnt rubber
In the end, we're all crowned

Now just chicks are in charge
You're not going to run away with anything
Full picket and burnt rubber
In the end, we're all crowned

Goes to the floor
Glitched on the floor, it dissolved
Now no one wants commitment
Mie, afraid of time and all its spells

One more chill chip
He pretends to be a ninja
I present him with a bottle
Cut to the peak
Wealth tax for the rich
Freedom for Milagros
Shut your beak
In the world, every prisoner is political

Now just chicks are in charge
You're not going to run away with anything
Full picket and burnt rubber
In the end, we're all crowned

Now just chicks are in charge
You're not going to run away with anything
Full picket and burnt rubber
In the end, we're all crowned