Текст и перевод песни Yemil feat. Eshconinco - No Te Molestes

No Te Molestes

Yo Yemil... WOYYYY

Hola bebe ya note que despertastes,
Fue por el humo y claramente te enojastes,
Ya halle en mi otra capsula que haces,
Y un par de jales sirven pa' que te desplaces.

Soy un crio del ghetto de esos que te gusta a ti,
Italian somali con la chica miss reef,
Tu polvo y tu lipstick junto a mi caja de leaves.
Y yo diciendote asi.

No te molestes y dejame prender,
Cuando te acuestes contigo yo estare sin mas,
Si me acerco a tu piel de seguro viajare.
Tengo mas defectos que tienes que conocer.

Si yo fumo y te molesta yo lo entiendo,
Que haces encima ve pa dentro que estas viendo,
Esperame en la cama que regreso mas violento
Y prendo el resto mientras yo te estoy metiendo.

Mami pay attention prendeme el playstation,
Que mientras que bitreo te canto la spanish version,
Haciendote la loca me provocas con tus pechos,
Deshaciendo el verso chucha ya me puse arrecho.
No te molestes y dejame prender,
Cuando te acuestes contigo yo estare sin mas,
Si me acerco a tu piel de seguro viajare.
Tengo mas defectos que tienes que conocer.

Pero bebe no te molestes solamente espero a que te acuestes,
Prender el bareto cuando el cielo este celeste,
Un mañanero como fiel confidente,
Pero se disuelve y vuelve a mi mente.

Aparentemente tu mayor deseo es que lo deje.
Mami tu seras mi eje y yo aquel que te protege.
Llegare a tu piel pa' que me aconsejes
Y cuando yo me prenda no te quejes.

THC que estimula, no es en la cintura,
Que se siente el ula-ula, viendote desnuda chula.
Conmigo se encapsula. Y se recapitula,
La novela del yeyo bien blackup con la fuga.

Una española como de vallaloid,
Que se enamora de un italian-somali,
El paisaje gris y green el weed
Termina tu culclick y hazme un striptease.

No te molestes y dejame prender,
Deja weed o ya sea Purple haze,
Cronico talvez o algo que,
Nos quite el estres.

No Te Molestes

Yo Yemil... WOYYYY

Hi baby I see you're awake,
It was the smell of smoke and it clearly made you mad,
I already found what you're doing in my other capsule,
And a couple of hits will be enough for you to leave.

I'm just a ghetto kid, one of the ones you like,
An Italian-Somalian with a Miss Reef girl,
Your powder and your lipstick right next to my box of weed.
And I'm telling you this:

Don't be mad and let me smoke,
When you lie down with you, I'll be right there,
If I touch your skin, I'm sure I'll travel.
I have more defects you need to know about.

If I smoke and it bothers you, I understand,
What are you doing on top? Get inside, what are you watching?
Wait for me in bed, I'll be back more aggressively,
And I'll finish it while I'm inside you.

Baby pay attention, turn on the PlayStation,
That while I'm playing I'll sing you the Spanish version,
Playing the fool, you tease me with your breasts,
Unraveling the verse, damn, I'm already aroused.
Don't be mad and let me smoke,
When you lie down with you, I'll be right there,
If I touch your skin, I'm sure I'll travel.
I have more defects you need to know about.

But honey, don't be mad, I just wait for you to go to bed,
To light up the joint when the sky is bright,
A regular morning routine like a faithful friend,
But it dissolves and comes back to my mind.

Apparently your biggest wish is for me to quit.
Baby, you will be my axis and I will be the one to protect you.
I will reach your skin so that you can advise me,
And when I light up, don't complain.

THC that stimulates, not the waist,
That you feel the hula-hula, seeing you naked, pretty girl.
With me, it encapsulates. And it recapitulates,
The novel of the jet black runaway.

A Spanish woman from Valladolid,
Who falls in love with an Italian-Somalian,
The gray and green landscape, the weed,
Finish your blowjob and give me a striptease.

Don't be mad and let me smoke,
Leave the weed or be it Purple Haze,
Or maybe chronic, or something that,
Takes away our stress.