BATICANO Lyrics English Translation by Bad Bunny
Perhaps my music isn’t wholesome
But I didn’t invent *** or ***-na-na
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Where are the ladies? Raise your hand
One more dance, and we’re heading to the Vatican
Call your mom to ask for her blessing, hey
I was in hell when I met a devil (-tre)
I was selling my soul, and I bought it from her (Bought)
She’s so fine, the finest friend, let’s go, all three
Let’s go, all three, yeah
Where are we? I don’t know, who are you? I don’t know (Know)
God, forgive me because I sinned again (-que)
You’re wild, I know, we’re going to have fun, I know
God, forgive me, hey, hey
The club is lit ’cause I’ve arrived
Who’s the toughest? Everyone knows it’s me
Anyone who bet against me, by law, lost
Connected in PR and in New York, York, York, York, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I made this to take it to the top
What more can I do when I’ve done it all? Mmm
I’ve done it all, yes
Héctor Lavoe in Fania (Fania), Toni Kroos in Germany
The one who taught Harry how to do magic
The toughest in PR, move to Pennsylvania (-vania), yeah, yeah
Don’t bother (-te’), no, no, no, don’t bother
I hope you dream of me when you go to bed, haha
I get the girls, I get the chicks (Chicks)
Single mothers, just like Lisha (Lisha), hey, hey
I kiss Villana (-na), I kiss Tokischa (Tokischa), hey
If you don’t like it, well, that’s your problem (-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha)
Where are we? I don’t know, who are you? I don’t know
God, forgive me because I sinned again
You’re wild, I know, we’re going to have fun, I know
God, forgive me, hey
Perhaps my music isn’t wholesome
But I didn’t invent *** or ***
To hell with those who criticize me
We’re making money, and that bothers them, hey
Here, everyone’s having ***, the waitress and the preacher
Hey, babe, you look so fine
Send me photos of Young Mika
You’ve got me overthinking
The night has gotten kinky
Three fingers in the front, pinky in the back
The booties are violet like Tinky Winky
One cheek, and I leave it like Po, hey
I go where she pees and where she poops
God is watching, God is listening
That’s what we’re teaching our kids
Hey
To believe in God, you don’t have to be a minister
No man on Earth has the right to judge in the name of Christ
I know that, even without balls, He sees how I dress
And if He comes down tomorrow, He might find me in the club
And if He sees it all, I know He’s seen me
Really drunk in the VIP
He knows by heart the ones I’ve been with
If I told you “I love you, my love,” I lied to you again
I lied to you again, I lied to you again
Where are we? I don’t know, who are you? I don’t know
God, forgive me because I sinned again
You’re wild, I know, we’re going to have fun, I know
God, forgive me
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