Текст и перевод песни ROSALÍA - CHICKEN TERIYAKI

CHICKEN TERIYAKI

La ROSALÍA (uh)

Rosas sin tarjeta
Se las mando a tu gata
Te la tengo con roleta
No hizo falta serenata

Salgo y suena balacera (ey)
Me visto de cualquier manera
En Nueva York, visitando a mi joyero
Solo quiere cash, yo le doy mi dinero

Pa ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Tu gata quiere maki, mi gata en Kawasaki
Quiero una cadena que me arruine toa la cuenta
Como Naomi en los 90

Rosas sin tarjeta
Se las mando a tu gata (eh)
Te la tengo con roleta
No hizo falta serenata

Pa ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Pa ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Pa ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Tu gata quiere maki, mi gata en Kawasaki (eh)
Quiero una cadena que me arruine toa la cuenta
Como Julio en los 70

(Pa ti, naki, chicken teriyaki)

Un billete, dos billetes, una tienda de billetes
La más dura que le mete (ey)
En Nueva York, patinando pa los Heights (ey)
Toas mis domis saben la que hay, hey

Y sí, la fama e'una condena
Pero dime otra que te pague la cena (eh)
Me están tirando sombras como drag queen (eh)
Chula como Mike Dean

Rosas sin tarjeta
Se las mando a tu gata (eh, eh)
Te la tengo con roleta
No hizo falta serenata

De azúcar la mami, todo sin recibo (ey)
Leo pentagramas, pero no lo' escribo (eh, eh)
Desde Queens hasta Tribeca (ey)
Un ramo de flores azules no se seca

Pa' ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Pa' ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Pa' ti, naki, chicken teriyaki
Tu gata quiere maki, mi gata en Kawasaki

CHICKEN TERIYAKI

Rosalia (uh)

Roses without a card
I send them to your girl
I have you under roulette
No serenade was needed

I go out and the sound of gunshots (hey)
I get dressed any which way
In New York, visiting my jeweler
He only wants cash, I give him my money

For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
Your girl wants maki, my girl is in a Kawasaki
I want a chain that will ruin my whole account
Like Naomi in the 90s

Roses without a card
I send them to your girl (eh)
I have you under roulette
No serenade was needed

For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
Your girl wants maki, my girl is in a Kawasaki (eh)
I want a chain that will ruin my whole account
Like Julio in the 70s

(For you, baby, chicken teriyaki)

A bill, two bills, a store of bills
The toughest one who puts it in (hey)
In New York, skating to the Heights (hey)
All my spots know what's up, hey

And yes, fame is a sentence
But tell me another one that pays for your dinner (eh)
They're throwing shade at me like drag queens (eh)
As cool as Mike Dean

Roses without a card
I send them to your girl (eh, eh)
I have you under roulette
No serenade was needed

The mommy is sweet, all without a receipt (hey)
I read musical scores, but I don't write them (eh, eh)
From Queens to Tribeca (hey)
A bouquet of blue flowers never withers

For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
For you, baby, chicken teriyaki
Your girl wants maki, my girl is in a Kawasaki