MERCEDES CAROTA Lyrics English Translation by Bad Bunny
I drive a carrot, Mercedes-carrot
Adidas head to toe, like Ray Liotta
Good Fellas without the prom, pay the fee
Pay the fee
Your Phillies are nothing here, that’s a guarantee
That’s a guarantee
Tusi with Molly, devil, what a vibe
Devil, what a vibe
I love the little baby’s all, the big baby’s butt and all, honey
You’re Michael Jordan, yes, playing ball, hey
From afar, it’s clear you’re not street, just pretend (Cowboy)
Raise your kids right, punk, my albums all have the parental advisory (***)
Seize the moment now, I won’t do this until I’m 40 (Nah)
Every album I drop stays number one in sales
Devil, what’s your complaint, man?
Speak, shh!
Nah, I really don’t care
Even Father didn’t know what it truly meant to have the cake
No one can stand me, hey
Security like President Biden
But for Puerto Rico, I always roll without an ***, it’s normal
Some licensed, others with permission, but here, everyone carries Colts
Hey, you guys talk about everything, sound like a podcast
Punk, and that movie, who the hell are you fronting for?
Are you a big shot?
No, no
Are you a bandit?
No, no
Do you *** people?
No, no
Then what are you, what are you?
Are you a hitman?
No, no
Are you a millionaire?
No, no
Do you run your neighborhood?
No, no
Then what are you, what are you?
I’m in the big Mercedes
60 shots in the face
The Glizzy gang
The Devils of Llorens, son of a ***
This is Glizzy Gang, MoneyWayy
You’re not a big shot, punk, you’re a fool
A gunshot to the face
The Demon
With the only clear rabbit in hell
A gunshot, and we’ll see each other again
I’m in devil mode, look at my horns
Packs in the ski mask, braids, and dreadlocks
Santurce at home, the Glocks give you a welcome
I’m with two hotties in a Jesko
A bit of Molly, schemes and Percs
I’ll *** you anywhere, you know I don’t play, boy
F*ing b**es like the old Playboy
7 cars, that’s a convoy
With more tools than Pep Boys
I’m in the big Mercedes
60 shots in the face
I’m worth a thousand kilos of ***
No one touches me on the street
You’re not a big shot, you have no power and don’t rule your song
I’m with the cone, planning the return in Peru
I’m stuck in a field
300 and the AK, we go hunting, we live in Grand Theft Auto
I got the green after the ritual, the ache, I’ve talked to the saints
We’re marrying you, your time is running out
We don’t respect ranks
The sticks in the Hellcat Durango
Unlicensed, but armed and walking
Tell me, Bad Bunny, I’ve got the Glizzy on the Roni
The Lambo with electronic nails
The world is mine like Tony
I have millions without signing with Sony, b****
What, are you a big shot?
No, no
What, are you a bandit?
No, no
You don’t *** anyone?
No, no
Then what are you, what are you?
Are you a hitman?
No, no
Are you a millionaire?
No, no
Do you rule your neighborhood?
No, no
Then what are you, what are you?
The devil, son of a b****, Yovng Chimi
Tell me, Bad Bunny, Hydreezy
Devils of Llorens, son of a b****
This is Glizzy Gang, MoneyWayy
You know the labels, punk, heard?