Текст и перевод песни Cumbia Trampa feat. Nato Tres Perros & Spekter - Por Ticket

Por Ticket

Rulits TMB
Cucucu, cumbia nena
Cumbia nena

Sería millonaria si trabajara como stripper
Bañada en Rosé, moviendo su culo por ticket
Entraría al mundo del business
Cambiando su culo por ticket
Su cartera costaría el triple
Cambiando su culo por ticket
Cambiando su culo por ticket

Oh ma, eso esta grandote
Eso no es un culo, eso es un culote
Pagarían por verlo en todas las pose'
A lo peli porno adentro de un Porsche
Me rolo un porro encima de su cola
Mi gata es linda, se defiende sola
Se la vacio al bobo que te joda
Mami hice que todos esos gatos corran

Botelleo en el jacuzzi
Estoy bebiendo de su pussy
Se que es un culo pero veo dos
Tengo cinco más pero es el mejor

Esta consciente que ese booty a to' tiene loco' (Eso no es normal)
Eso no es normal, negro si la viera como mueve ese toto (Brrr)
Sabe que robaría por esa cadera
Con esa carita de diabla bailando mi cumbia nena (Cumbia Nena)
En el party alta tensión
Dice que quiere un after party en mi habitación
Lo que esta buscando es que le metan duro (Duro)
Y yo quiero ese culo en el desayuno
Ella sabe bien que como yo ninguno
Sabe como yo le doy

Sería millonaria si trabajara como stripper
Bañada en Rosé, moviendo su culo por ticket
Entraría al mundo del bussiness
Cambiando su culo por ticket
Su cartera costaría el triple
Cambiando su culo por ticket
Cambiando su culo por ticket

Ese culo esta pidiendo estreno
De la casa al carro y del carro al telo
O en un deportivo se lo meto entero
Quiere estar arriba, viene del infierno
Mamita ese culo, toda la plata
Te tiran la mala toda' las gatas
La más berraca su cola asesina (skrtt)
La más buscada si trabajaría

Está cotizao', eso vale oro
Es que no es un booty, es un terremoto
Necesita mucho, yo lo tengo todo
Quiere estar conmigo moviéndome el toto

Ella lo mueve como nadie
No le importa cuanto paguen
Esa pussy tiene clase, solo le gustan los gangsters
Pasa' de actitud, le encantan las drugs
No compra con nadie, josea por su flush
Sabe que no hay nada falso en lo que digo
Está tentada por irse conmigo
Se acerca me encara no le teme a na'
Tomamo' una molly, le damo a matar, mataar

Ticket-Worthy Assets

Rolling TMB
Tickle tickle, honey, it's cumbia
Time for cumbia

I'd be a millionaire if I worked as a stripper
Soaked in Rosé, shaking my rump for tickets
I'd enter the business world
Trading my curves for tickets
My clutch would cost triple
Trading my curves for tickets
Trading my curves for tickets

Oh my, that's a hefty package
That's not a booty; that's a cushion
They'd pay to see it in all kinds of positions
Like a porn starlet, riding in a Porsche
I'll roll a joint and smoke it on that tush
My girl's a beauty, she can handle herself
I'll drain that fool who fools with you
Baby, I've made all those cats run away

Sipping bubbly in the Jacuzzi
I'm drinking from your nectar
I know it's a booty, but I see double
I've got five others, but yours is the best

She knows that booty has everyone crazy (It's not normal)
It's not normal, man, if I saw her move it like that (Brrr)
She knows I'd steal for those curves
With that devilish face, dancing to my honeyed cumbia (Cumbia, baby)
At the party, the voltage is high
She says she wants an after-party in my room
What she's looking for is a pounding (Hard)
And I want that booty at breakfast
She knows there's no one like me
She knows I'm the real deal

I'd be a millionaire if I worked as a stripper
Soaked in Rosé, shaking my rump for tickets
I'd enter the business world
Trading my curves for tickets
My clutch would cost triple
Trading my curves for tickets
Trading my curves for tickets

That booty begs for attention
From the house to the car and the car to the motel
Or in a sports car, I'll give it all
She wants to be on top; she's from hell
Mamacita, that booty, all the money
All the girls hate on you
The baddest, with her lethal rump (skrrr)
The most sought-after if she were to work

It's in demand, worth its weight in gold
Because it's not a booty; it's an earthquake
She needs a lot, and I've got it
She wants to be with me, shaking it

She moves it like no other
She doesn't care how much they pay
That pussy has class; gangsters are her type
She's got attitude and loves drugs
She doesn't compare to anyone; she flushes them away
She knows there's nothing fake in what I say
She's tempted to come with me
She comes close, confronts me, not afraid
We drop a molly, and we kill it, kill it