More songs by Kris R.
Description
It's like a heated conversation in a noisy bar, where words flow faster than the music can keep up with the beat. Here, there is a scattering of brands and promises, crude humor coexists with streetwise bluntness, and behind the glitz of Dior and Cartier lies an old truth: money has long since learned to speak louder than beauty.
The rhymes joke, fight, and embrace at the same time - sometimes teasing, sometimes bragging, sometimes suddenly admitting that without love, this whole glittering showcase is worthless. The night turns into an attraction where pathos and self-irony ride in the same car, and the drive doesn't slow down even when the words become heavier than the bass.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Un hombre sin amor no vale nada
Aunque tenga en el bolsillo mucha plata
Por eso es mejor meter la pata
Con una bien putita que no me pida nada
Yeah
Estoy caballo, mor, diga qué hacemos
¿Qué si me gustas?, mm, más o menos
Pero soy a todo dar si es pa que al niño lo matriculemos
Las valijas usan Nike y los cacorros usan Kleimond
Y yo uso Fendi y Dior
Cartier los lentes en Cholón y no pega el sol
Le pelé el cabezón, dijo que siente el rigor
Esa piroba se ha soplado con morro, hasta el babeado le dio
Uy, usted es una suave, hágale a mimir
¿O a qué vino si no fue a parcharse y a que le den pipí?
Esa grosera bien puta que es y viene dizque a exigir
La recojo en la G-Wa y en un Picap se tiene que ir
Y muévala, se dio dos pases y ya está toda banana
Véala, chupada 'e chimbo sin huevas no cuenta
Babéela o va pa afuera y le toca tirar es pata, créalas
Si conoció al muñeco, ya eso va pa'l combo, ruédela
Ahora las chimbas dicen que me veo sexy
Normal, eso es porque cogí plata
Usted sabe, el billete mata lindo
No soy lindo, pero tengo chavos y chimbo pa encender la reata
Le gusta cómo canto y me veo en los shows
Por eso cuando culeamos le doy con las cadenas
La otra la vi en Ιnsta y es tote, pero no
No sé, la vi de frente y de cara no está tan buena (no sé)
Diga, ¿se pasó de maquillaje o Photoshop?
Pero qué hijueputas, me di de Meromacho un shot
Hágale, mi reina, quítese ese short
Se lo meto de afán en loneta con las Nike Shox
A las niñas chimbas les gustan los care liendras
De los que antes del roto a la Virgen le llevan la ofrenda
Esa yegua quiere chimbo, hágale, suéltele la rienda
Después de que se lo pele, por Dios, le doy una muenda
Y subimos de precio
Ahora to' los outfits son Chanel, Celine o Balenciaga
Si me chirreo, soy un necio
Y lleno esta finca de cobronas que pa darlo nunca amagan
Y subimos de precio
Ahora to' los outfits son Chanel, Celine o Balenciaga
Si me chirreo, soy un necio
Lleno esta finca de prepagos que pa darlo nunca amagan
Y si te lo metí, ni te conozco
¿No ve que es una grilla que estudió en el San Juan Bosco?
En Mileroticos lo reparte escondiendo el rostro
Qué liendrota, por poco me dice: "Dígalo pues, mostro"
Uy, mañé, con to y eso la dañé
Me le vengo y pa marcar territorio, pues la mié
Chúpeme las hüevas, la cabeza y la nie'
Le compré un postday y con eso la despreñé
Ja, y vende dizque fotos empelota
Y dizque que porque soy yo, gratis me la rota
Si se llama Laura o Camila, eso es una perrota
Hoy me quiero vestir Purgatorio, timbreleen a Jota
Chimbas siempre más de dos
Granolo y me parcho en el Urban de la 92
Pa sacar las bebés en NMax, me estrené la Hugo Boss
El gordo millonario y no es Rick Ross
Estoy caballo, mor, diga qué hacemos
¿Qué si me gustas?, mm, más o menos
Pero soy a todo dar si es pa que al niño lo matriculemos
Las valijas usan Nike y los cacorros usan Kleimond
Y yo uso Fendi y Dior
Cartier los lentes en Cholón y no pega el sol
Le pelé el cabezón, dijo que siente el rigor
Esa piroba se ha soplado con morro, hasta el babeado le dio
Sisas, La K
El trap de Medallo, el trap de Colombia
Ah, no, ¿van a ser ustedes?
Mejor dicho (Flame)
Háblales, Noah
DIOSPRIMERO
Háblales, Dotor
English translation
A man without love is worthless
Even if you have a lot of money in your pocket
That's why it's better to screw up
With a good little whore who doesn't ask me for anything
Yeah
I'm horse, mor, tell me what we do
What if I like you? mm, more or less
But I am all for it if it is so that we enroll the child.
The suitcases use Nike and the kids use Kleimond
And I wear Fendi and Dior
Cartier the glasses in Cholón and the sun does not shine
I peeled his head, he said he feels the rigor
That piroba has been blown with a nose, even the drooling one gave it
Oops, you are a soft one, make you pamper
Or why did he come if he didn't go to get patched up and get peed on?
That rude bitch that she is and she comes supposedly to demand
I pick her up at the G-Wa and she has to go in a Picap
And move it, it took two passes and now it's all banana
See it, suck 'e chimbo without eggs doesn't count
Babéela or she goes outside and has to throw her paw, believe them
If you met the doll, that's what goes for the combo, roll it
Now the girls say I look sexy
Normal, that's because I took money
You know, the bill kills cute
I'm not pretty, but I have guys and chimbo to light the line
He likes how I sing and look at shows
That's why when we fuck I hit him with the chains
I saw the other one on Insta and it's tote, but not
I don't know, I saw her from the front and from the face she's not that good (I don't know)
Say, did you go overboard with makeup or Photoshop?
But what son of a bitch, I took a shot of Meromacho
Please, my queen, take off those shorts
I eagerly put it on the canvas with the Nike Shox
Chimba girls like care nits
Of those who before breaking the Virgin bring the offering
That mare wants to chimbo, do it to her, let go of the reins
After he peels it, for God's sake, I give him a bite
And we raise the price
Now all the outfits are Chanel, Celine or Balenciaga
If I squeak, I'm a fool
And I fill this farm with collections that never threaten to give it
And we raise the price
Now all the outfits are Chanel, Celine or Balenciaga
If I squeak, I'm a fool
I fill this property with prepayments that never threaten to give it
And if I put it in you, I don't even know you
Don't you see that it is a grid that you studied at San Juan Bosco?
In Mileroticos he distributes it hiding his face
What a nit, he almost told me: "Say it then, mostro"
Oops, I messed up, with everything and that damaged it
I come to him and to mark territory, well the shit
Suck my eggs, my head and my snow
I bought her a postday and with that I got her pregnant
Ha, and it sells supposedly boring photos
And they say that because it's me, I break it for free
If her name is Laura or Camila, that's a dog.
Today I want to dress up Purgatorio, ringleen Jota
Chimbas always more than two
Granolo and I patch myself in the Urban on 92
To get the babies in NMax, I got the Hugo Boss for the first time
The fat millionaire and he's not Rick Ross
I'm horse, mor, tell me what we do
What if I like you? mm, more or less
But I am all for it if it is so that we enroll the child.
The suitcases use Nike and the kids use Kleimond
And I wear Fendi and Dior
Cartier the glasses in Cholón and the sun does not shine
I peeled his head, he said he feels the rigor
That piroba has been blown with a nose, even the drooling one gave it
Armholes, The K
Medallo's trap, Colombia's trap
Oh no, is it going to be you?
Better said (Flame)
Talk to them, Noah
GODFIRST
Talk to them, Doctor