Текст и перевод песни Khea feat. Cazzu, Eladio Carrion & Ecko - Mi Cubana - Remix

Mi Cubana - Remix

Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Se la pone hasta cuando mama
Farandulera adicta a la fama
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Pila 'e botellas 'e Mamajuana
¿Qué tal si matamos estas ganas?
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana
(Khea Young Fle-, Khea Young Flex)
Que a mí me pueden matar
Baby, dale una ve' má'
A ti te gusta contar
Conmigo cuenta' de má'
Ahora to' estos me quieren tirar
Saben que voy a ganar
Porque soy el nene de 17 que el juego se lo va a llevar
Mami yo sé, que tú quieres mucho de mi Rosè
Siempre me llama, prendí otra ve'
Siempre le damo' de la mañana
Y por las perco' seguimo' metí'o a las tre'
Baby, contigo me vengo
En tu cara yo me vengo
En esa peca' yo me vengo
Yo estoy corona'o
Primer remi' pa otro' la'o
Saco un palo, 'tá pega'o
Ese culo me ha tira'o
Y yo nunca lo he nombra'o
Ahora están todos asombra'o
Nene pillo lo ha gana'o
Ahora ven al chamaquito tocando por todos la'os
Money por kilo'
Mientras tu novio me copia el estilo
En la music yo nunca me defino
Pero en la calle nos portamo' tan fino que llaman despué'
Porque to's nos quieren ver
Hablan de ti, que si no hay quien hable
'Tamos marcando países,
Vivimo' de gira, un fin de semana es un me'
Acá no hay Birome, dos mil en millone'
Tu shorty acapella monta' en los sillone'
Las putas nos llaman, más reproduccione'
Unos mujerone' a lo Esperanza Gómez
Mira mi cara, tenemo' los done'
Y tu novia me llama porque
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Se la pone hasta cuando mama
Farandulera adicta a la fama
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Pila 'e botellas de Mamajuana
¿Qué tal si matamos estas ganas?
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana
Hey, yeh-ieh
Qué es esa cara, papi, ¿te sorprendí?
¿No te esperaba' que yo lo hiciera así?
Si esta es tu nueva jeba, pregunta por mí
No es mi culpa, baby, yo no fui, yo no fui
Será mi flow, o mi piquete o mis rima' disparada' como fulete
O que ando siempre fresca 24/7
Voy a matarlo' si alguno 'e esto' se mete
Te mato, te ato en la cama
Si quiere fuego siempre llama
Que tu' puta' no me hagan drama
Que para ellas también hay flama, eh
Aposte muchos de que ahora no me ganan, eh
Jaque mate y me llevo tus cubana', eh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana moviendo kilo', prendiendo marihua-
Me pongo puti y si él lo quiere así
Me ve en la tarima y se quiere morir
Encima mío se siente bendecí'o
Se quiere, se quiere venir, heh
Botchie you know me, no me cele', no me cele'
Quiero ser millonaria 'toy buscando mis papele'
No tengo la culpa si tu novio me prefiere
Escupiéndole la cara a todo aquel que no me quiere (yeah)
Yo compro mi' joya, tengo mi billete, yo tengo mi propio efectivo
No le haga' caso a eso'
Que te hablan mierda de mí, que están todos resentido'
En esos feca no confío
Sólo mato por los mío'
Llámame si tiene' frío
Tu novio me quiere pa' un trío, eh
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Se la pone hasta cuando mama
Farandulera adicta a la fama
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Pila 'e botellas de Mamajuana
¿Qué tal si matamos estas ganas?
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana
Yeh
Mami, matemo' la' gana'
Ma', nos matamo' en la cama
Mientra' la ato con la cubana
Dorada y toda endiamantada
Ella frontea, pelea, perrea, menea y a la que venga le gana
Quiere que la vea, la nena desea, sé que me rodea los fin de semana
Y mueve esa' chapa', chapa'
Te he visto ready, ya me prendí el blunt
Se puso sata-sata (hey)
Fuma y se endemonia a lo Emily Rose
A mí me llama-llama (llama)
Porque la llama se la prendo yo
No me reclama, y ama traer a su amiga y que le dé a las dos
Quiere cadenón, mueve la' cadera'
Combina reloj, también la pulsera
Pichea el condón, le gusta acapella
Bolsito de Dior, ella lo modela
Supreme, Luis Vuitton, pinta de extranjera
No dice que no, a mí no se me niega
No me pide amor, me pide carteras
Zapato y pa'l rato quiere que la quiera
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Se la pone hasta cuando mama
Farandulera adicta a la fama
Pero se la vive conmigo na' má'
Le gusta frontear con mi cubana
Pila 'e botellas de Mamajuana
Que tal si matamos estas ganas
Que a mí me pueden matar mañana

My Cuban Girl - Remix

She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
She puts it on even when she's with her mom
A socialite addicted to fame
But she only lives it up with me
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
A pile of Mamajuana bottles
How about we kill this desire?
They could kill me tomorrow
(Khea Young Fle-, Khea Young Flex)
They could kill me
Baby, give it to me one more time
You like to count
Count on me even more
Now all these guys want to take me down
They know I'm gonna win
Because I'm the 17-year-old who's gonna take over the game
Baby, I know you want a lot of my Rosè
She always calls me, I lit up another one
We always give it to her from the morning
And because of the percs we're still stuck at three
Baby, I come with you
I come on your face
I come on that freckle
I'm crowned
First remix for other sides
I pull out a stick, it's stuck
That ass has thrown me
And I've never named it
Now everyone is amazed
The young rascal has won it
Now they see the kid playing everywhere
Money by the kilos
While your boyfriend copies my style
In music I never define myself
But in the street we behave so fine that they call later
Because everyone wants to see us
They talk about you, just so they have something to say
We're marking countries,
We live on tour, a weekend is a month
Here there's no Birome, two thousand in millions
Your shorty acapella riding on the seats
The whores call us, more plays
Some big women like Esperanza Gómez
Look at my face, we have the gifts
And your girlfriend calls me because
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
She puts it on even when she's with her mom
A socialite addicted to fame
But she only lives it up with me
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
A pile of Mamajuana bottles
How about we kill this desire?
They could kill me tomorrow
Hey, yeh-ieh
What's that face, daddy, did I surprise you?
Didn't you expect me to do it like this?
If this is your new girl, ask her about me
It's not my fault, baby, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Could it be my flow, or my punchline, or my rhymes firing like a shotgun
Or that I'm always fresh 24/7
I'm gonna kill them if any of these guys mess with me
I'll kill you, tie you up in bed
If you want fire, always call
Don't let your bitches give me drama
There's flame for them too, eh
I bet many that they won't beat me now, eh
Checkmate and I take your Cuban girls, eh
Tony Montana, Tony Montana moving kilos, lighting marihua-
I get nasty and if he wants it like that
He sees me on stage and wants to die
On top of me he feels blessed
He wants, he wants to come, heh
Botchie you know me, don't celebrate me, don't celebrate me
I want to be a millionaire, I'm looking for my papers
It's not my fault if your boyfriend prefers me
Spitting in the face of everyone who doesn't like me (yeah)
I buy my jewelry, I have my money, I have my own cash
Don't listen to those
Who talk shit about me, they're all resentful
I don't trust those fakers
I only kill for my own
Call me if you're cold
Your boyfriend wants me for a threesome, eh
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
She puts it on even when she's with her mom
A socialite addicted to fame
But she only lives it up with me
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
A pile of Mamajuana bottles
How about we kill this desire?
They could kill me tomorrow
Yeh
Baby, let's kill the desire
Ma, we kill each other in bed
While I tie her up with the Cuban chain
Golden and all diamonded
She shows off, fights, twerks, shakes and beats whoever comes
She wants me to see her, the girl desires, I know she surrounds me on weekends
And she moves those hips, hips
I've seen you ready, I've already lit the blunt
She got sata-sata (hey)
She smokes and gets possessed like Emily Rose
She calls me, calls me (calls)
Because I'm the one who lights her fire
She doesn't complain, and loves to bring her friend and let me give it to both
She wants a big chain, moves her hips
She matches her watch, also the bracelet
She smells the condom, she likes it acapella
Dior bag, she models it
Supreme, Louis Vuitton, looks like a foreigner
She doesn't say no, she doesn't deny me
She doesn't ask me for love, she asks me for purses
Shoes and for a while she wants me to love her
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
She puts it on even when she's with her mom
A socialite addicted to fame
But she only lives it up with me
She loves to show off with my Cuban girl swag
A pile of Mamajuana bottles
How about we kill this desire
They could kill me tomorrow