TOP MODEL Lyrics – BCA
Singer: BCA
Title: TOP MODEL
Me llama la bebé que no la dejan, ni que fluya
(BC)
Conmigo la pasa bien, con el otro es pura bulla
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Mucho gusto, soy el amor de tu vida
¿Dónde ′tuvite este tiempo metida?
El amor a la distancia siempre tiene su medida
Por buscar otro rumbo baby, terminaste perdida
Y yo sigo aquí
Tratando de lidiar con este frenesí
Te haces de rogar, por eso te insistí
Me dijiste que no, pero pensaste en un sí
Top shotta, top city, top model
Ella ‘tá buscando que la robe
Quiere que en el bloque la enamore
Las balas son pa′ otro
Pa’ ti yo tengo flores
Don’t worry, tranquila, no llores
Vive en la mala, pero estamo′ en las mejores
Aquí todos los días es vacaciones
Las balas son pa′ otro
Pa’ ti yo tengo flores
Top shotta, top, amor o glock
Cupido ′tá en la puerta, toc toc
Y en la cama placa placa, como un tiroteo
Se me olvida to’ lo malo cuando te veo
Se me dió el milagro y no pedí el deseo
Me dice nunca crea, y yo le creo
Soy libre en la calle y en tus brazos un reo
(Jorkan, habla con ella)
Pero mami, no llore
Menos por desamores
Prometo que a tu cielo gris le daré colores
Pa′ los tragos amargados, tengo todos los sabores
Las balas son pa’ otro
Pa′ ti yo tengo flores
Para ti tengo como 30
Y no son balas, son condones
Pa’ que sienta, cuando te jalo el pelo tú te pones contenta
Yo soy el negro que te encanta y que más frecuentas
Pa’ que ni la entiendan
Top shotta, top city, top model
Ella ′tá buscando que la robe
Quiere que en el bloque la enamore
Las balas son pa′ otro
Pa’ ti yo tengo flores
Don′t worry, tranquila, no llores
Vive en la mala, pero estamo’ en las mejores
Aquí todos los días es vacaciones
Las balas son pa′ otro
Pa’ ti yo tengo flores
Baby, te traje flores, de las mejores
Para que en mi nombre, un jardín lo decores
Dile a ese estúpido que porfa colabore
Si no quiere que en su casa su mamá y su papá lloren
Tienes que ir a mí, así como yo ir a ti
Los dos juntos hasta el fin, no volver
Y es que me gusta muchísimo, su cuerpo es riquísimo
Esas tetas y ese culo grandísimo
(Top)
(Top) (Pum pum)
Top shotta, top city, top model
Ella ′tá buscando que la robe
Quiere que en el bloque la enamore
Las balas son pa’ otro
Pa’ ti yo tengo flores
Top shotta, top city, top model
Ella ′tá buscando que la roben
Qué la agarre duro y la detone
En la cama, en el baño, en los sillones
Top model
Jajaja
Ella dice que con T.O.T hasta la t
Así que, háblale bonito baby feo jajeje
Ven mami, yeah
T.O.T Jorkan
Beat and beats
Baby, este ritmo lo hizo bien
Desde el niño en la cancha lo está haciendo bien
Yeah
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TOP MODEL – English Translation
Call me the baby that they do not leave it, nor what flows
(BC)
With me he has a good time, with the other she is pure bulla
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Great pleasure, I am the love of your life
Where’s’ Tune this time stuck?
Love at a distance always has its measure
For looking for another Baby Rumbo, you finished loss
And I’m still here
Trying to deal with this frenzy
You make you pray, that’s why I insisted
You told me no, but you thought of a yes
Top Shotta, Top City, Top Model
She ‘tá looking for her robe
She wants me in the bloc in love
The bullets are for another
Pa ‘ti I have flowers
Do not worry, quiet, do not cry
Live in the bad, but I stand ‘in the best
Here every day is vacation
The bullets are for another
Pa ‘ti I have flowers
Top Shotta, Top, Love or Glock
Cupid ‘tá on the door, Toc OC
And on the plate plate plate, like a shooting
I forgot to ‘the bad when I see you
I got the miracle and I did not ask for a wish
She tells me never creates, and I believe him
I am free on the street and in your arms a reo
(Jorkan, talk to her)
But Mommy, do not cry
Less due to deammers
I promise that to your gray sky I will give you colors
Pa ‘the bitter drinks, I have all the flavors
The bullets are for another
Pa ‘ti I have flowers
For you I have as 30
And they are not bullets, they are condoms
So feel, when I pull your hair you get happy
I am the black that you love and that more frequent
Pa ‘that neither understand it
Top Shotta, Top City, Top Model
She ‘tá looking for her robe
She wants me in the bloc in love
The bullets are for another
Pa ‘ti I have flowers
Do not worry, quiet, do not cry
Live in the bad, but I stand ‘in the best
Here every day is vacation
The bullets are for another
Pa ‘ti I have flowers
Baby, I brought flowers, from the best
So that in my name, a garden decides
Tell that stupid that porfa collaborate
If you do not want your mom and her mom in her house crying
You have to go to me, as well as I go to you
The two together until the end, do not come back
And I like it very much, her body is delicious
Those t#ts and that great #ss
(Top)
(Top) (Pum Pum)
Top Shotta, Top City, Top Model
She ‘tá looking for her robe
She wants me in the bloc in love
The bullets are for another
Pa ‘ti I have flowers
Top Shotta, Top City, Top Model
She ‘tá looking for her robbery
What a hard grip and the detonne
In bed, in the bathroom, in the armchairs
Top Model.
Hahaha
She says that with t.o.t until t
So, tell him nice baby ugly jajing
Come Mami, Yeah
T.o.t jorkan.
Beat and Beats
Baby, this rhythm did well
From the child on the court she is doing well
Yeah.
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Lyrics BCA – TOP MODEL
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