Текст и перевод песни Jhay Cortez - Christian Dior

Christian Dior

Qué rico huele ese perfumito Christian Dior
Me sube la nota como un ascensor
Si no hay humo, tú sabes que hay alcohol
Tú sabes que hay alcohol, sí

Me gusta tu cuerpo, dímelo mami
Ese booty te lo hiciste en Miami
Ponte pa′ mí pa' yo ponerme pa′ ti

Ese culo es criminal como Natti (dímelo papi, papi)
Gastó en to' el cuerpo lo que vale un Bugatti
A mí dámelo de gratis, te monto en la Ducati
Las combis si no son Gucci, tú sabe' que son Versace

Si me mata′, yo te mato, dile a tu gato
La cuenta parece que muevo aparatos
Si te cojo te desbarato
Baby, yo te sigo la máquina si le metes bellaco

Tú quieres duro, yo te doy duro
Tú quieres duro, todas las cortas sin seguro
La 40 en los mahones, cabrón yo soy el duro
Ese culito me lo llevé pa′ lo oscuro

Y sabe' que no es fea
Ropa de marca pa′ que vean
La carterita europea
Le llevan el pasto, cabrón no capea

Y conmigo en el arrebato
La fotito no la comparto
Si tú me deja' yo te parto
Antes que lleguemos al cuarto

Qué rico huele ese perfumito Christian Dior
Me sube la nota como un ascensor
Si no hay humo, tú sabes que hay alcohol
Tú sabes que hay alcohol, sí

Me gusta tu cuerpo, dímelo mami
Ese booty te lo hiciste en Miami
Ponte pa′ mí pa' yo ponerme pa′ ti

(Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)

(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)

(Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)
(Tú quieres duro) (Perreando)

Christian Dior

You smell so good in your Christian Dior perfume
It makes my heart race like a lift
If there's no smoke, you know there's alcohol
You know there's alcohol, yes

I love your body, tell me, baby
You got that booty done in Miami
Do it for me, so I can do it for you

That booty is a criminal like Natti (tell me daddy, daddy)
She spent the price of a Bugatti on her whole body
Give it to me for free, I'll take you for a ride on my Ducati
If the jump suits aren't Gucci, you know they're Versace

If you kill me, I'll kill you, tell your cat
The bill looks like I'm moving appliances
If I catch you, I'll tear you apart
Baby, I'll follow the machine if you put some coke in it

You want it hard, I'll give it to you hard
You want it hard, all the short ones without a condom
The .40 in my pants, I'm the one who's hard, man
I took that little butt to the dark side

And you know she's not ugly
Brand name clothes so they can see
The European handbag
They're giving her the grass, man, she doesn't get it

And with me in the snatch
I'm not sharing the picture
If you leave me, I'll tear you apart
Before we get to the room

You smell so good in your Christian Dior perfume
It makes my heart race like a lift
If there's no smoke, you know there's alcohol
You know there's alcohol, yes

I love your body, tell me, baby
You got that booty done in Miami
Do it for me, so I can do it for you

(Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)

(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)

(Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)
(You want it hard) (Twerking)