More songs by Cyril Kamer
Description
Composer: Cyril Kamer
Producer: Sinhokeyz
Lyrics and translation
Original
El 50 Cent europeo, nigga
Si no lo veo, no lo creo, nigga
Yeah
Algunos soñarían con tenerte
Y yo que he tenido esa suerte
Contando los minutos para verte
Juro que es real si te digo "hasta la muerte"
Sin ti a veces yo me siento solo
Aunque esté rodeado de los Polo
Hay chicas que me dicen que yo molo
Pero ellas no saben que por dentro yo estoy roto
Pensando cómo me tiene' así
Buscando cómo llegar a ti
Rozando con tu cuerpo, mami-mi-mi
Pensando cómo me tiene' así
Buscando cómo llegar a ti
Rozando con tu cuerpo, mami-mi-mi
No somos oficiales ni amantes
Me dice que nunca había besado a un cantante
Te llevo a un lugar interesante
Le pido la Mercedes a mi colega volante
Oh, Panamera
Nos sigue policía por la carretera
Y yo no sé si tú me tienes de primero
Pero a ti yo sí que te tengo de primera
Yo quiero darte a ti, te mereces to lo caro
Yo quiero darte a ti aunque estuviera en el paro
Si tú lo mueves así, te lo juro, me declaro
Si tú te vas de aquí, me sabe como un disparo
Si un día tú te vas, pierdo la fe en el amor
Estoy como el Conejo, cada día soy peor
No existen hospitales pa curarme este dolor
¿De qué me sirve el Ferrari si tú eres mi motor?, yeah, yeah
Pensando cómo me tiene' así
Buscando cómo llegar a ti
Rozando con tu cuerpo, mami-mi-mi
Pensando cómo me tiene' así
Buscando cómo llegar a ti
Rozando con tu cuerpo, mami-mi-mi
English translation
The European 50 Cent, nigga
If I don't see it, I don't believe it, nigga
Yeah
Some would dream of having you
And I have had that luck
Counting the minutes to see you
I swear it's real if I tell you "until death"
Without you sometimes I feel alone
Even though he is surrounded by the Polo
There are girls who tell me that I'm cool
But they don't know that inside I am broken
Thinking how he has me like this
Looking for a way to get to you
Rubbing against your body, mommy-mi-mi
Thinking how he has me like this
Looking for a way to get to you
Rubbing against your body, mommy-mi-mi
We are neither officers nor lovers
He tells me that he had never kissed a singer
I take you to an interesting place
I ask my driving colleague for the Mercedes
Oh Panamera
Police follow us on the road
And I don't know if you have me first
But I do have you first class
I want to give it to you, you deserve everything dearly
I want to give it to you even if I were unemployed
If you move it like that, I swear, I declare myself
If you leave here, it tastes like a shot to me
If one day you leave, I lose faith in love
I'm like the Rabbit, every day I'm worse
There are no hospitals to cure this pain
What good is the Ferrari if you are my engine?, yeah, yeah
Thinking how he has me like this
Looking for a way to get to you
Rubbing against your body, mommy-mi-mi
Thinking how he has me like this
Looking for a way to get to you
Rubbing against your body, mommy-mi-mi