VUELVE CANDY B traducción al Inglés

Ey, eh, ey, ey

I'm expensive and everyone loves me, bastard, I'm like a frenchie
The babies love me, I buy them wallets, I don't buy Hershey
A lot of Dior, Gucci, a lot of Givenchy, huh, huh

Don't you see?, bastard, I'm mocked, mocked, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I am mocked
I feel alone sometimes, I have no one by my side
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted
I like it, bastard, in Casa de Campo, rubbed parakeet

Mocked, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I am mocked
They dress oversized, but with me they are tight (hey)
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted, hey
But no one knew, and everyone said (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!)

"Who is Bad Bunny?", like "who is Dei V?" (uh)
Now I ride in the navy blue G-Wagon
Eating sushi, drinking sake with the babies
Since Messi (Messi) is in the USA
Everyone knows who the goat is
He's not Tom Brady anymore, hey

The Latin gang, a couple of bastards who still don't believe me (fuck you)
I'm with Adidas, the Bad Bu, bastard, I already threw away all the Bred (heh, heh)
I told you a long time ago with Arca: "I'm used to it" (prrra)
The industry bores me, I swear I'll retire at thirty-three (easy)

How beautiful life is, let's make a celebration
You buying clothes, I buying buildings
The crazy old ladies with me like I was Wilkie
All the chapi babys, hey, asking me for money, asking me for Birkin (hey-hey)

They have piercings in their pussy (piercing)
Paciencia with Orma, in the Skyline we are racing
Making money, we're busy
I don't go to meetings, bastard, I send the nisi's boy, it's possible, but it's difficult

For me it's easy, I'm mocked, mocked, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I am mocked
I feel alone sometimes, I have no one by my side
I've been at the top for five years like Tim Duncan, posted, hey
I like it, bastard, in Casa de Campo, rubbed parakeet

Mocked, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I am mocked (I am mocked)
In the Red Bull cart I grew wings, I'm blown away
I walk with the same ones I walked with when I was without money
There's no show-off, mommy, don't be stupid

Hey, I come from PR, from where the real gangster girls come from
What a coincidence, those who act more street always turn out to be treacherous
Bastards who criticize my life and don't travel more than my pet (brrr, brrr), eh, eh

That's why I follow the advice that my grandfather gave me, that Al Pacino gave me
Life is easier eating rigatoni and drinking wine
A little while in France, watching the morning with a cappuccino
To those who believed from day one, thank you, greetings to Pino

For Gero, for Coco, for Jhon and for Andino (Yumi)
Thank you, Father God, for the good people placed in my path (thank you)
He who has Billboard, does not have Grammy, he who has Grammy, does not have Billboard
Look at my trophy case, how I combine it

In my combo they are all fine, like violins
Yours leave the room the day your movie ends
Mine stay until God shows us the credits
Legend like the Sun, yes, like the Sun of Mexico

When Curry didn't exist, Casiano already put them in (brrr)
Easy from the logo, many who said they didn't believe in me (no)
Poor demagogue, bastard, you are crazy
How are you going to doubt the biggest bastard who puts him in? (you are crazy, bastard)
Four in the morning, in the studio with Beto and Cachete

Nine digits, now they are the checks (yes)
The whores asking me for weapons and bills
I like blondes, also brunettes
Crazy with the bori, they like the flow (mommy)

Hey, long live PR, I won't let go of the machete
I am "Candy B returns", but without a rider