Ella Es Mi b#tch Lyrics – Duki
Singer: Duki
Title: Ella Es Mi b#tch
Hey
Ella es mi b#tch
Y ella no sabe como hacerle pa
Ella es mi b#tch
Ni siquiera te le acerque’
Ella es mi b#tch
Ella no juega con la muerte
Ella es mi b#tch
Se va a llevar la mala suerte
Ella es mi b#tch, ah
Ella es mi b#tch…
Se maquilló delante de mi cadena
Porque pensó que los diamantes eran espejos
Me siento el rookie del año me dicen Lamelo
Pero soy vieja escuela como Carmelo
Fumo Gelato con mi b#tch y con mi fratello
Por ella mato y muero, por ella mato y muero
Tu-tu-tun, Duko
Me siento Campazzo hago pase y dribleo
Ella por mi se pelea con todo el ghetto entero
Ella es mi b#tch, ella no pone pero
Ella es mi b#tch, ella es mi b#tch
Con el garoto y un par de negros
Mami seguimos siempre con el fierro
Ya tu lo sabes, le vamos al hecho
Siempre caminamos bien derecho
En la calle yo le puse el pecho
Y en la calle ella dejó sus pechos
Sabe cómo es, nosotros vamos al hecho
Sin despecho
Ella es mi b#tch, no es cualquiera
Anda siempre por la vereda, woah
Con los pibes siempre la miramos en la acera
Mami se forma una balacera
Puedo hacertelo una vez o dos
Puedo hacertelo cuando quieras mi amor
Ya tu lo sabes que soy yo
Ya tu lo sabes que soy yo
Siento que la amo cuando está mamando
Dice que es mía cuando le estoy dando
Ella es mi b#tch, y la que está al mando
A ella le gusta bien duro, no blando
Y en la que confió, a veces si las miro
Pero na’ mas contigo, algo más que castigo
Que yo soy el águila, pero ella es el nido
Por mas que sea frio me tiene rendido
Yo soy su dream, ella es mi b#tch
Lo que le gusta es que soy latin king
La vi y no está por los billes de mil
Se banca las penas si la hago venir
No tan material, no, cero collar
No mis tatuajes ni forma de hablar
Lo que quiere ella es que la haga volar
Hasta la cama, se va a mojar
Ella es mi b#tch
Ni siquiera te le acerque’
Ella es mi b#tch
Ella no juega con la muerte
Ella es mi b#tch
Te va a llevar la mala suerte
Ella es mi b#tch, ah
Ella es mi b#tch
Ya no quiero mas
Si, tengo esa b#tch, solo quemo OG Kush, Gorilla glue
La mira toda tu crew pero cualquiera que la toque yo si le digo bu
El único que la lleva a la moon
Ella vive en la city pero salió del hood
No quiere tener marido
Solo un par de testigos que le digan, b#tch
Hasta el ataúd
Y no, me quede dope
Como si tuviera más de los 22
Pero si tamos bien, contando cien
Dicen que me tiraron pero pregunta quien
Hasta las 6, pa pasar el rato
Otra noche más me escape de los pacos
Cuando ven mi b#tch, quítense los tacos
Está manga de gil, se quedan bien patos
Ella es mi b#tch
Toy con los turpenes bajando balas de a cienes
Lujoso como un rich
Mesa, trap
Te hacen pim, pum, pam
Se montan, te volan
Los huesos por snitch
Soy amante de tu cuero y el marido de tu b#tch
No paro con fariseos, sanguijuelas son leech
Haciendo plata en el aire, en la costa de Buenos Aires
Tamos desgranando el baile sin mamar ni un bich
Mula en la cartera, las zorras como fieras
Los tiguere’ afuera, joseadera, nevera
Moron a panamera, manejando un panamera
O me prendo un cubano con una guantanamera
No tienen los aviones de mi nube de humo
Doy cintura a esta ramera, coronando como Bruno
Espero que no se apeche, es porque la vacuno
Le doy mecha al cañón la mando pa’ Neptuno
Ella es mi b#tch
Ni siquiera te le acerque’
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Ella Es Mi b#tch – English Translation
Hey
She is my b#tch
And she does not know how to make him
She is my b#tch
I do not even get closer to it ‘
She is my b#tch
She does not play with death
She is my b#tch
She is going to take bad luck
She is my b#tch, ah
She is my b#tch …
She made up in front of my chain
Because she thought that the diamonds were mirrors
I feel the rookie of the year tell me lick
But I’m old school like Carmelo
I smoke gelato with my b#tch and with my fraratello
For her I kill and die, for her I kill and I’m dying
Tu-Tu-Tun, Duko
I feel campazzo I pass and drink
She for me fight with all the whole ghetto
She is my b#tch, she does not put but
She is my b#tch, she is my b#tch
With the garotot and a pair of black
Mommy always followed with the iron
You already know, we are going to the fact
We always walk well right
On the street I put my chest
And on the street she left her breasts
Know how it is, we are going to the fact
Without spite
She is my b#tch, she is not anyone
Always walk through the path, Woah
With the pibes we always look at the sidewalk
Mommy forms a shootout
I can make it once or two
I can do it when you want my love
You already know that it’s me
You already know that it’s me
I feel that I love her when she is sucking
She says that she is mine when I’m giving him
She is my b#tch, and the one in charge
She likes hard, not soft
And in which she trusted, sometimes if she looked at them
But na ‘more with you, something more than punishment
That I am the eagle, but she is the nest
By more than be cold she has me surrendered
I am the dream of her, she is my b#tch
What she likes is that I am Latin King
I saw her and she is not for the bills of a thousand
She is banked the penalties if I do it
Not so material, no, zero necklace
Not my tattoos or way of speaking
What she wants is that he makes her fly
Even the bed, she is going to wet
She is my b#tch
She does not even approach her ‘
She is my b#tch
She does not play with death
She is my b#tch
She is going to bring you bad luck
She is my b#tch, ah
She is my b#tch
I do not want more
Yes, I have that b#tch, only Quemo OG Kush, Gorilla Glue
Look all your crew but anyone who touched it if I say bu
The only one who takes her to the moon
She lives in the city but she left the hood
She does not want to have husband
Only a pair of witnesses that tell you, b#tch
Up to the coffin
And no, I have dope
As if she had more than 22
But if we love well, counting one hundred
They say they threw me but ask who
Until 6, pa hanging out
Another night I get escaped from the bales
When they see my b#tch, take off the tacos
Is sleeves of gil, they look good
She is my b#tch
Toy with the Turpenes down Bales of A Cexis
Luxurious
Table, Trap.
They make you pim, pum, pam
They ride, they fly you
The bones by Snitch
I am a lover of your leather and your b#tch’s husband
I do not stop with Pharisees, Leech are Leech
Doing silver in the air, on the coast of Buenos Aires
Tamos wearing the dance without suckling or a bich
Mule in the portfolio, the foxes like beasts
Los Tiquere ‘Outside, Josewear, Fridge
Moron to Panamera, handling a Panamera
Or I get a Cuban with a guantanamera
Do not have the aircraft of my smoke cloud
I give waist to this harlot, crowning like Bruno
I hope she does not stick, it’s because the beef
I give the cannon wick the command pa ‘neptune
She is my b#tch
She does not even approach her ‘
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Lyrics Duki – Ella Es Mi b#tch
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