Текст и перевод песни Shyno - Rosa Nieve

Rosa Nieve

Hola bebe
Hey mami donde tu 'ta
Nada aqui, en la psina de mi pen house
Bueno baja pal guetto pa' fumarnos algo
Jajaja dale bebe ya me alisto
Ella es una chica fresa
Que va de ricachon, pero quiere un chacal
Que tenga su cañon
Que tenga el bakin soda
Los malo estan de moda
Un mundo de caprichos
Los haters que se jodan
Blanquita como coca, le dicen rosa nieve
Se compro una 9, ella si ta loca
Y me dice papi, no se cuanto mas
Eso ni me importa, yo no la quiero amar
Ella es mi yeya, mi yeya, mi yeya
Su booty lo bate y suena como call of duty
(×2)
Tiene el culo que ninguna tiene
Solita la suma y se mantiene
Tiene babeando a to los frenes
Enamorarse de alguien no le combiene
Si le gustara tu novio entonces tu novio no fuera tu novio
Solita se rie, no se complica y nunca la afecta el odio
Una fashon killah
Matando toa la liga
Ni siquiera se enfresa
Solo camina y respira
Tiene un par de amigas, que tambien son unas divas
El feeling ta ready, la hierba esperando mami pon saliba
Ella es mi yeya, mi yeya, mi yeya
Su booty lo bate y suena coml call of duty
(×2)
A mi me baila en panti y tacones
Cuando se viene la cara que pone
Con ese culon debe cagar bombones
Que nunca le entran los pantalones
Ella vive emociones
Baja pal guetto pa comprar los blones
No quiere bobo, le gustan matones
Que tengan la fama, los kilos y cañones
Ella es high class pero no escucha jazz
Quiere reggae o si no quiere trap
Ella high class pero no escucha rock
Y si tiene su novio (i don't give a fuck)
Ella es una chica fresa
Que va de ricachon
Pero quiere un chacal que tenga su cañon
Que tenga el bakin soda
Los malos estan de moda
Un mundo de caprichos
Los haters que se jodan
Blanquita como coca, le dicen rosa nieve
Se compro una 9, ella si esta loca
Y me dice papi no se a cuanto mas
Eso ni me importa, yo no la quiero amar
Ella es mi yeya, mi yeya, mi yeya
Su booty, lo bate y suena como call of duty
(×2)
Mi yeya, mi yeya, mi yeya, mi yeya

Snow Rose

Hello, baby,
Hey, mama, where you at?
Just here, in the pool of my penthouse.
Well, come down to the ghetto so we can smoke something.
Hahaha, ok, baby, I'll get ready.
She's a preppy girl
Who pretends to be rich, but wants a bad boy
Who has a gun
Who has the baking soda
Bad boys are in style
A world of whims
F*ck the haters
White as coke, they call her Snow Rose
She bought a 9, she's crazy
And she tells me, "Daddy, I don't know how much longer"
I don't even care, I don't want to love her
She's my baby, my baby, my baby
She shakes her booty and it sounds like Call of Duty
(x2)
She's got an ass that no one else has
She adds it up by herself and keeps it going
She's got all the boys drooling
Falling in love with someone is not in her best interest
If she liked your boyfriend, then your boyfriend wouldn't be your boyfriend
She laughs by herself, doesn't stress, and never lets hate get to her
A fashion killer
Killing the whole league
She doesn't even pretend to be preppy
She just walks and breathes
She has a few friends, who are also divas
The feeling's ready, the weed's waiting, baby, put your saliva in
She's my baby, my baby, my baby
She shakes her booty and it sounds like Call of Duty
(x2)
She dances for me in panties and heels
When she comes, the face she makes
With that big ass, she must shit bonbons
That her pants never fit
She lives for emotions
She comes down to the ghetto to buy the blunts
She doesn't want a fool, she likes thugs
Who have the fame, the kilos, and the cannons
She's high class but she doesn't listen to jazz
She wants reggae or she wants trap
She's high class but she doesn't listen to rock
And if she has a boyfriend (I don't give a f*ck)
She's a preppy girl
Who pretends to be rich
But wants a bad boy who has a gun
Who has the baking soda
Bad boys are in style
A world of whims
F*ck the haters
White as coke, they call her Snow Rose
She bought a 9, she's crazy
And she tells me, "Daddy, I don't know how much longer"
I don't even care, I don't want to love her
She's my baby, my baby, my baby
She shakes her booty and it sounds like Call of Duty
(x2)
My baby, my baby, my baby, my baby