Текст и перевод песни Yung Wiss feat. Daf Code & BOOF KIDD - Saint-Tropez

Saint-Tropez

Wooly
Boof Kidd, nigga

¿Me has visto por el centro o qué?
Un piquete que ni quieren ver
Rápido desaparecer
Ahora corro en Saint-Tropez
Uh, ¿me has visto por el centro o qué?
Un piquete que ni quieren ver
Rápido desaparecer
Ahora corro en Saint

Ya no sé qué hacer
Han pasado varios días, no te he vuelto a ver
Meses encerrado en casa viendo el mundo arder
Ni con ropa ni con joyas tú vas a volver
No vas a volver
Ya no sé qué hacer
No hay dinero pa' gasofa ni pa' esteticién
A dosciento' en el Hispano y no lo quieres ver
Aún no he vuelto al reservado pero voy a volver
A borrar tu nombre 'e la pared

Otra city que ya conquistó
Ese Hispano runs alone
'Tamo' drippin' con la code
Si me ves tú, Rolling Stone
No me llames, por favor
Sorry, mum, I'm making songs
Chulo, pana, like Macintosh
Lo nuestro, mami, un clásico, uh

¿Me has visto por el centro o qué?
Un piquete que ni quieren ver
Rápido desaparecer
Ahora corro en Saint-Tropez

Mami, dame ese poison, que yo quiero to' tu veneno, uh
Apretando el pedal, mami, tú estás quemando el suelo
Pero ya no sé, tú y yo yendo a cien
Ellos quieren trap y yo ya llegué

¿Me has visto por el centro o qué?
Un piquete que ni quieren ver
Rápido desaparecer
Ahora corro en Saint-Tropez

Saint-Tropez

Wooly
Boof Kidd, nigga

Have you seen me downtown or what?
A picket line they don't even want to see
Quickly disappear
Now I race in Saint-Tropez
Uh, have you seen me downtown or what?
A picket line they don't even want to see
Quickly disappear
Now I run in Saint

I don't know what to do anymore
It's been several days, I haven't seen you again
Months locked up at home watching the world burn
Neither with clothes nor with jewelry you are going to come back
You're not coming back
I don't know what to do anymore
There is no money for gasofa or for aesthetics
Two hundred' in the Hispanic and you don't want to see it
I haven't been back to the reserved yet but I'm going back
To erase your name 'e the wall

Another city that has already conquered
That Hispanic runs alone
'Tamo' drippin' with the code
If you see me, Rolling Stone
Don't call me, please
Sorry, mum, I'm making songs
Cool, corduroy, like Macintosh
Our thing, Mommy, a classic, uh

Have you seen me downtown or what?
A picket line they don't even want to see
Quickly disappear
Now I race in Saint-Tropez

Mommy, give me that poison, that I want to...'your poison, uh
Pressing the pedal, Mommy, you're burning the floor
But I don't know anymore, you and I going to a hundred
They want to trap and I've already arrived

Have you seen me downtown or what?
A picket line they don't even want to see
Quickly disappear
Now I race in Saint-Tropez