Becky G MAMIII Lyrics English Translation, KAROL G MAMIII Lyrics English Translation
(o-o-ovy on the drums)
Cheers mommy
What doesn’t work, don’t get in the way
You scored your own goal for clumsy
This torque was great for you
I’m not here for you to fall in love with me, baby
No visa or passport
I sent your fake love on vacation
For the shit and never come back
That everything be returned to you, no
What you did to me, if you don’t remember
Don’t call me again
I even threw away the cell phone
From how toxic you are turned harmful
Today what goes, goes
Don’t make a mistake with me
How toxic you are I don’t want to see you anymore
I arrived for the party, take out the bottle
The one who loved you, I don’t know who she is
I left you the review, I didn’t give you even one star
And I forgot you because you didn’t leave a trace
I no longer look back or park
I have one who is ready to take me
The second is waiting at the hotel
And the third I meet tonight
Don’t call me, my number changed
If you want me to give it to you
Call 1-800-fuck you
I don’t know if you heard me
Don’t call me, my number changed
If you want me to give it to you
Call 1-800-fuck you
Don’t call me again
I even threw away the cell phone
From how toxic you are turned harmful
What goes, goes
Don’t make a mistake with me
How toxic you are I don’t want to see you anymore
Oh I’m sorry
Your desire to return died trying
You made it look like you wasted your time
You looked good because I don’t even tell mine
I see you on the networks, I can’t believe it
What a pity of you
I, who was good and you what gonorrhea
Paying me like this
Two-legged rat, paquita said it
A creeping animal
That eats everything that passes through
Devil, you are a leather
Don’t say “I love you”, better be honest
Don’t say “I love you” because that was in vain
You were crying and since I didn’t leave
You’re eating another, but you’re thinking of me
Don’t call me again
I even threw away the cell phone
From how toxic you are turned harmful
What goes, goes
Don’t make a mistake with me
How toxic you are I don’t want to see you anymore
Repeat it, mommy
That sometimes they don’t change you for something better
And it’s not even something richer
Karol G
And Becky G.
It’s the real g’s, baby
Ovy on the drums
