Текст песни и перевод на английский Hadrian - Ex

Ex

Ya tú eres mi ex
Ya tú eres mi ex
No me llames más porque ya eres mi ex
Pasaste de ser la novia a la ex, por todo lo malo que tú me hiciste
Ahora estoy en el country palace con todaslas malas
Haciendo lo malo que no me hiciste
Dime dime dime dime dime que se siente
Verme siendo feliz a lado de otra gente
Yo te quiero, pero más mi dinero nero
Por eso te mandé para el carajo, hasta luego
Dime dime dime dime dime que se siente
Verme siendo feliz a lado de otra gente
Yo te quiero, pero más mi dinero nero
Por eso te mandé para el carajo, hasta luego
Ayer tu delito y ahora tu condena
Tengo una cubana y no hablo de cadenas
Dormiste en mi cama, cenaste en mi mesa
Ayer te comí, fuiste mi ultima cena
La culpa fue tuya, pues tú ya sabias que tenías competencia
Que abriendo la puerta para despedirte, entrarían otras treinta
Antes no sabía como hacer para tenerte siempre contenta
Hoy hago felices a todas si tener cargo de conciencia
Despido a una, y le llamo a otra
Aquí desfilan mamis como pasarela ay ay ay
Mi cama nunca está en banca rota
Duran tres días igualito que escucho el ay ay ay
Dime dime dime dime dime que se siente
Verme siendo feliz a lado de otra gente
Yo te quiero, pero más mi dinero nero
Por eso te mandé para el carajo, hasta luego
Dime dime dime dime dime que se siente
Verme siendo feliz a lado de otra gente
Yo te quiero, pero más mi dinero nero
Por eso te mandé para el carajo, hasta luego
Te convertiste en mi ex y llegaron las triple X
Nena si ayer te dije next, se acabaron los días de netflix
Hoy me quieres volver a ver, pero no tengo tiempo baby
No vas a encontrar el sabor, de la receta de mi greide
Despido a una y le llamo a otra
Aquí desfilan mamis como pasarela ay ay ay
Mi cama nunca está en banca rota
Duran tres días igualito que Coachella el ay ay ay
Ayer tu delito y ahora tu condena
Tengo una cubana y no hablo de cadenas
Dormiste en mi cama, cenaste en mi mesa
Ayer te comí, fuiste mi ultima cena

Ovy on the Drums
Yo te quiero, pero más mi dinero nero
Por eso te mande para el carajo, hasta luego

Ex

You are my ex now
You are my ex now
Don't call me no more because you are my ex now
You went from being the girlfriend to the ex, because of everything bad that you did to me
Now I'm in the country palace with all the bad girls
Doing the bad things that you didn't do to me
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, how does it feel?
To see me happy with someone else?
I love you, but I love my money more
That's why I sent you to hell, so long
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, how does it feel?
To see me happy with someone else?
I love you, but I love my money more
That's why I sent you to hell, so long
Yesterday your crime and now your punishment
I have a Cuban girl, and I'm not talking about chains
You slept in my bed, you ate at my table
Yesterday I ate you, you were my last supper
It was your fault, because you already knew that you had competition
That when I opened the door to say goodbye, thirty others would come in
Before, I didn't know what to do to make you happy all the time
Today I make everyone happy and not a care in the word
I say goodbye to one and call another
Here, mommies parade like a catwalk
My bed is never bankrupt
They last three days, just like you heard the ay ay ay
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, how does it feel?
To see me happy with someone else?
I love you, but I love my money more
That's why I sent you to hell, so long
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, how does it feel?
To see me happy with someone else?
I love you, but I love my money more
That's why I sent you to hell, so long
You became my ex and now I have threesomes
Baby, if I told you to move on yesterday, the days of Netflix are over
Today you want to see me again, but I don't have time, baby
You will not find the flavor, of the recipe of my greide
I say goodbye to one and call another
Here, mommies parade like a catwalk
My bed is never bankrupt
They last three days, just like you heard the Coachella ay ay ay
Yesterday your crime and now your punishment
I have a Cuban girl, and I'm not talking about chains
You slept in my bed, you ate at my table
Yesterday I ate you, you were my last supper

Ovy on the Drums
I love you, but I love my money more
That's why I sent you to hell, see you later