More songs by Bad Bunny
More songs by Luar La L
Description
Producer: MAG
Producer: La Paciencia
Producer: Smash David
Producer: ARGEL
Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard
Lyrics and translation
Original
Me veo feliz, pero en solo fotos vieja'
Dios me escucha y dice: "guau, ¿cómo este cabrón se queja?"
Tantos logros que a veces ni se festeja
Si fumo me vuelvo paranoico, mi mente nunca se despeja, je (ah-ah)
Mi cuerpo está libre y mi corazón tras las reja'
La gente ve una cabra y yo solo soy otra oveja
Solo soy otra oveja, hey
Así que no moleste' si yo no te molesto
No contesto llamada' ni mensaje'e texto
La fama, je, la detesto
Te juro, yo no quería esto
Así que no moleste' si yo no te molesto
No contesto llamada' ni mensaje'e texto
Solamente a Dios cuando me acuesto
Y me dijo que nadie es perfecto, je
Pero pue' (pue'), así fue (fue)
Bad Bunny está en otra, el cabrón se fue (fue)
Vo'a cambiar de número, hablamo' despué-
The number you have dialed has been changed (¿qué?)
The new number (tres letra')
Habla
The new number
Mera, ¿quién e'el que está tirándome? (¿Quién es?)
Dale, dale, dile que apunte mi número ahí (apunta, apunta)
Este, 787 sin cojones me tiene lo que tenga' que decir, cabrón
Yo soy el más duro (¿qué?)
Como Kobe en el Square Garden
Te meto sei'-uno, amén, que Dios te guarde (amén)
Se guayaron, ¿qué pasó? ¿Ahora les arde? (Sí)
Iba a firmar por cinco, pero les cogió tarde (¿qué?)
Ahora quiero veinte, es más, que sean treinta (mami)
Esto parece un punto, aquí no paran las venta'
Este chanteo vale un kilo'e Fenta
Si paso con la rápida y estás en la lenta
Me bajo con Custom, Benito con "La Paciencia"
No me ponga' a prueba, cabrón, no tengo paciencia (no)
Darte un fuletazo no me jode la conciencia
El de la nueva, que el mundial sigue en tendencia (¿qué?)
El Conejo es Messi, yo soy el Mbappé (pa que sepa')
Coronamo', tamo en ruta de escape (mera, L, ¿qué hacemo' con to estos cabrone'?)
Ja, Bad Bu me dijo que los mate
Y les di jaque mate (¿qué?)
Esta gente no aguanta esos apretone'
Vamo' a ponerno' pa las bebecita'
Dice así, tres letra'
Te escupo en la boca y te jalo el pelo
Te entierro este bicho y te llevo pa'l cielo (dime, mami)
Ella es de revista, tiene porte'e modelo (puta)
Bajen la Moët, que ella no bebe Modelo
En el jet privado, El Señor de Los Cielo'
Metiéndolo, shh, cae nieve del cielo (la blanca)
Yo soy un bellaco, no soy Paulo Coelho (no)
Siempre se lo pongo, e'una perra, ta en celo
Baja a tus amigas, andamo' los stormtrooper
Booty grande, no cabe en el Mini Cooper (mera, diablo), je
Tú sabe' que mi movie e'sin blooper (no)
Te corremo' la gata, como le hicimo' a (¿qué?)
Me visto cabrón, yo soy artista y stylist (¿cómo es?)
Pa casarme yo prefiero una Rilhey
Me gustan estrellas, de esas que sean de Hollywood
Yo, Bad Bu, dale el número nuevo a Becky o a Kylie, ¿qué?
¿Cuánto tú quiere'? Que yo te los doy
Yo te costeo, tengo los de ciene' (ciene')
Dale, úsame que eso te conviene
Ella se jode después que se viene
Envía video' cuando no estoy
Jugando con el toy, gritando que le llegue
Dale, mami, yo hago lo que tú ordene' (hey, hey)
Me avisas cuando busque' al nene (hey)
¿Cuánto tú quiere'? Que yo te los doy
Yo te costeo, tengo los de ciene' (ciene')
Dale, úsame que eso te conviene
Ella se jode después que se viene
Me envía video' cuando no estoy
Jugando con el toy, gritando que le llegue
Una diabla, quiere que yo me queme
Ta loca de que yo le haga un nene
Pon la pista de nuevo, de nuevo
Desde el principio otra ve'
Dale, dale, dale
Hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, je, sí (hey, hey, hey)
Sí (hey, hey, hey, hey), hey, hey
Me ven y caminan p'atrás, Michael Jackson le sembramo' el thriller
Cabrón, yo estoy pegao, pu, desde que saqué "Diles"
Manny Ramírez
La saco del parque y despué' la cacho toas en los fields
Le puse el bicho en la boca a tu gata, ja, pa probarle los fillers
Si me lo mama rico, le saldo los billes
Si me mama el culo, la llevo pa'l dealer, hey
La llevo pa'l dealer
Mami, no te enchule', yo no soy Jay Wheeler
Te la tiro en la cara, concealer, je
Después cambio de número y no me consiguen
Yes, I know, men are trash
En el putero hago que llueva el cash
To los vierne' e'mi birthday bash, je
Chica, baja los pies del dash
Ya me bajé el zíper pa enseñarte a Ash
Te lo meto aquí mismo en el parking de Cash, je, hey
Mírame a los pies, ¿tú no tienes estas?
Ahora soy modelo, la pinta perfecta, hey
2024, ¿quién carajo' usa Psycho Bunny?
Esto no son Los Simpson, cabrón, tú no ere' el Gordo Tony, charro
Ustede' son títere' entre comilla'
Tienen yate pa botellear en la orilla, je
Y yo por Tórtola y las Antilla'
Hey, el Bugatti tiene má' hora' de vuelo que milla'
To saben que soy yo sin leer la tablilla
La fama e'mi esposa, la calle es mi chilla
Ten cuidao, Ja Morant, no te vaya' a joder la rodilla
Hey, je
De chiquito, mami, me decía, que dejara las juntilla'
Perdóname, mamá, pero ando con Luar La L
Y par de puta' en los hotele', en la disco tirando papele', je
Perico pa'l que huele, charpazo pa to el que se cuele, hey
Sóbate, cabrón, yo sé que les duele
Tú no pega' un tema ni con la libreta de Lele, no, hey
Hey, Father, tan cagao, compra de los Pamper'
Hoy quiero una Taína que esté puesta pa un gánster
Mami, mueve el culo, hey, hasta que yo infarte
Y te pago la' uña', el láser y los implante'
English translation
I look happy, but in only old photos'
God hears me and says, “wow, how does this motherfucker complain?”
So many achievements that sometimes they are not even celebrated
If I smoke I become paranoid, my mind never clears, heh (ah-ah)
My body is free and my heart behind bars
People see a goat and I'm just another sheep
I'm just another sheep, hey
So don't bother me if I don't bother you
I don't answer calls or text messages
Fame, heh, I hate it
I swear, I didn't want this.
So don't bother me if I don't bother you
I don't answer calls or text messages
Only to God when I go to bed
And he told me that nobody is perfect, heh
But pue' (pue'), that's how it was (it was)
Bad Bunny is in another one, the bastard is gone (he was)
I'm going to change my number, we'll talk later.
The number you have dialed has been changed (what?)
The new number (three letters')
Speak
The new number
Mera, who is the one who is fucking with me? (Who is it?)
Come on, come on, tell him to write down my number there (write down, write down)
This one, 787 without balls, has whatever he has to say to me, bastard
I am the toughest (what?)
Like Kobe in Square Garden
I'll give you six-one, amen, may God keep you (amen)
They freaked out, what happened? Does it burn now? (Yes)
I was going to sign for five, but they were late (what?)
Now I want twenty, in fact, make it thirty (mommy)
This seems like a point, the sales don't stop here'
This blackmail is worth a kilo'e Fenta
If I go with the fast one and you are in the slow one
I get off with Custom, Benito with "La Paciencia"
Don't put me to the test, bastard, I have no patience (no)
Hitting you with a gun doesn't bother my conscience
The one with the new one, that the World Cup is still in trend (what?)
The Rabbit is Messi, I am Mbappé (so you know)
Coronamo', we're on the escape route (mere, L, what are we doing with all these bastards?)
Ha, Bad Bu told me to kill them
And I checkmated them (what?)
These people can't stand those squeezes'
Let's get ready for the little babies
It says like this, three letters'
I spit in your mouth and pull your hair
I'll bury this bug for you and take you to heaven (tell me, mommy)
She is from a magazine, she has a model demeanor (whore)
Lower the Moët, she doesn't drink Model
On the private jet, The Lord of the Skies'
Putting it in, shh, snow falls from the sky (the white one)
I am a scoundrel, I am not Paulo Coelho (no)
I always put it on her, she's a bitch, she's in heat
Take your friends down, let's go stormtrooper
Big booty, doesn't fit in the Mini Cooper (mere, devil), heh
You know that my movie is without blooper (no)
We'll chase you, like we did to (what?)
I dress like a bastard, I am an artist and stylist (what is it like?)
To get married I prefer a Rilhey
I like stars, those from Hollywood
Yo, Bad Bu, give the new number to Becky or Kylie, what?
How much do you want? that I give them to you
I'll pay for you, I have the ones from ciene' (ciene')
Come on, use me, that suits you
She gets fucked after he comes
Send video' when I'm not there
Playing with the toy, shouting for it to come
Come on, mommy, I'll do what you order' (hey, hey)
Tell me when I look for the baby (hey)
How much do you want? that I give them to you
I'll pay for you, I have the ones from ciene' (ciene')
Come on, use me, that suits you
She gets fucked after he comes
He sends me video' when I'm not there
Playing with the toy, shouting for it to come
A devil wants me to burn
She's crazy that I'm making her a baby
Play the track again, again
From the beginning again
Come on, come on, come on
hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, heh, yeah (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah (hey, hey, hey, hey), hey, hey
They see me and walk behind, Michael Jackson planted the thriller
Bastard, I'm stuck, pu, ever since I released "Diles"
Manny Ramirez
I take it out of the park and then I catch it all in the fields
I put the bug in your cat's mouth, ha, to test the fillers
If he sucks me rich, I'll pay him the bills
If she sucks my ass, I'll take her to the dealer, hey
I take it to the dealer
Mommy, don't fuck with me, I'm not Jay Wheeler
I throw it in your face, concealer, heh
Then I change my number and they can't get me
Yes, I know, men are trash
In the whorehouse I make the cash rain
Every Friday and my birthday bash, heh
Girl, get your feet off the dash
I already unzipped to show you Ash
I'll put it right here in the Cash parking lot, heh, hey
Look at my feet, don't you have these?
Now I'm a model, I look perfect, hey
2024, who the fuck uses Psycho Bunny?
This is not The Simpsons, bastard, you are not Fat Tony, charro
You' are puppets' in quotes'
They have a yacht to bottle on the shore, heh
And I for Tortola and the Antilles
Hey, the Bugatti has more flight hours than miles
They know it's me without reading the tablet
Fame is my wife, the street is my scream
Be careful, Ja Morant, he's not going to screw up your knee
Hey heh
When I was little, mommy, she told me, 'to stop talking'
Forgive me, mom, but I'm with Luar La L
And a couple of bitches in the hotels, in the disco throwing paper, heh
Perico for the one who smells, splash for the one who sneaks in, hey
Get down, bastard, I know it hurts
You don't hit a song even with Lele's notebook, no, hey
Hey, Father, so shit, buy the Pamper'
Today I want a Taína that is dressed for a gangster
Mommy, move your ass, hey, until I have a heart attack
And I'll pay you for the nail, the laser and the implant