Bla, Bla, Bla

It makes him sick that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
If you go that way, dog
A hole, that—, na-na-na-na-na
It's perfect, it's your—, na-na-na-na-na
Yes, dog, hey, that's it
Let's see, press play

It makes him sick that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, it's your thought, there you go, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that, great-great

Ass face and overcome, a bourgeoisie from my hood, nose up
Walking his puppy of that super expensive brand, the same one as Susana, is worth an arm and a leg
The morning starts, with the Sun goes out to run
I'm in trouble with my friend, depressed, nothing to do with
He looks at us with disgust, but hey, he still says hello
I all dawned: Hello, queen, beauty
I know we are neighbors, but nothing in common
I buy from the Chinese, she buys from Carrefour
He went through Paris, Germany and Istanbul
I went to the marine world, to the silver and to the dock sud
I remember that I took my first Uber with her
I laughed at the bottle, I lost even the upload
I found her answered and wanted me to help her
I opened the door for him and he told me: aren't you coming up?
I remained masked, I still told him: Well
He crossed my leg, he touched my hair
He gave me a kiss on the cheek, he told me: My villero
That I was really good, and there it was and we'll see you'

It makes him sick that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, it's your thought, there you go, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that, great-great

That night was the best, shall we go down to your house? , he said like this, with a voice of love
His champagne kisses and my taste of Thermidor made the car windows fog up
How do I open the gate? He asked, is it electric?
I laughed, I told him: No, it's something more technical, it has a pin
And a more aesthetic little hook made of a wire; more villerico
That minon in my bed is incredible, that skin the color of wet sand
We became ball, re on fire, but it was only that night and nothing more, eh
His country friends are not going to allow him to walk around with this ladri, dead of hungry bird
And what am I going to say to the kids on the corner? They won't even believe there, cut re salchigil
But well, what happened, what happened
And among all the little guys, you liked this black guy
The cave of June 20
The one who took you home, there on the handlebars

It makes him sick that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, it's your thought, he's calling, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that na-na-na-na