TELÉFONO NUEVO Lyrics English Translation by Bad Bunny
PART I
I see myself happy, but only in old photos
God listens to me and says, “Wow, how does this guy complain?”
So many achievements that sometimes we don’t even celebrate
If I smoke, I become paranoid, my mind never clears, huh (Ah-ah)
My body is free, but my heart is behind bars
People see a goat, but I’m just another sheep
I’m just another sheep, hey (Ah, ah)
So don’t bother if I don’t bother you
I don’t answer calls or text messages
Fame, huh, I detest it
I swear, I didn’t want this
So don’t bother if I don’t bother you
I don’t answer calls or text messages
Only to God when I go to bed
And He told me that nobody is perfect, huh
But well (Well), that’s how it was (Was)
Bad Bunny is somewhere else, the guy left (Left)
I’m gonna change my number, we’ll talk later—
PART II
The number you have dialed has been changed
What?
The new number
Three letters
Hello
The new number
Mera, who’s trying to diss me? (Who?)
Go ahead, tell them to note my number down (Note, note)
This, 787-5jone’ has me whatever you have to say, you bastard (Hehe)
I’m the hardest (What?)
Like Kobe at the Square Garden (Ah)
I drop 61 on you, amen, may God save you (Amen)
They got scratched, what happened? Now it burns them? (Yes)
I was going to sign for five, but it caught them late (What?)
Now I want twenty, no, make it thirty (Baby)
This seems like a point, sales don’t stop here (Aha)
This chant is worth a kilo of Fenta (Hehe)
If I pass by fast and you’re in the slow lane (Prr!)
I come down with Custom, Benito with Patience
Don’t test me, bastard, I have no patience (No)
Giving you a flick doesn’t mess with my conscience
The new one that’s worldwide still in trend (What?)
Conejo is Messi, I’m Mbappé (Just so you know)
We crowned, we’re on the escape route
(Mera, L, what do we do with all these bastards?)
Ha, Bad Bu told me to kill them
And I gave them checkmate (What?)
Haha, these people can’t handle that pressure
Let’s get ready for the ladies
It goes like this, Three Letters
I spit in your mouth and pull your hair
I bury this thing in you and take you to heaven (Tell me, baby)
She’s like a model from a magazine
Bring down the Moët, she doesn’t drink Modelo (Yes, yes)
In the private jet, Lord of the Skies (Boom)
Doing it, shh, snow falls from the sky (Three Letters)
I’m a pervert, not Paulo Coelho (No)
I always do it, she’s a bitch in heat (Come on)
Call your friends, we’re the stormtroopers (Ah)
Big booty, can’t fit in the Mini Cooper (Mera, damn), he
You know my movie is without bloopers (No)
We’re running the cat, like we did to— (What?)
I dress like a boss, I’m an artist and stylist (What’s up?)
To marry, I prefer a Riley (Baby)
I like stars, those from Hollywood (Ah-ah)
Me, Bad Bu, give them Cube’s new number to Kylie, what? (Hehe)
How much do you want? I’ll give it to you
I’ll cover the costs, I’ve got hundreds (Hundreds)
Go ahead, use me, it’s in your interest (Ah)
She messes up after she comes
Sends videos when I’m not around (Acho)
Playing with the toy, screaming for me to arrive
Go ahead, baby, I’ll do what you order (Hey, hey)
Let me know when you’re looking for the kid (Hey)
How much do you want? I’ll give it to you
I’ll cover the costs, I’ve got hundreds (Hundreds)
Go ahead, use me, it’s in your interest
She messes up after she comes
She sends me videos when I’m not around
Playing with the toy, screaming for me to arrive (To arrive)
A devil, she wants me to burn
She’s crazy for me to make her a baby
Put the track on again, again
From the beginning again
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, je, yes (Hey, hey, hey)
Yes (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Hey, hey
They see me and they walk backward, we planted the thriller like Michael Jackson
Man, I’m stuck, damn, ever since I released “Diles”
Manny Ramirez
I hit it out of the park and then catch all of them in the fields
I put my thing in your girl’s mouth, ha, to test her fillers
If she gives me a good one, I’ll pay her bills
If she goes down on me, I’ll take her to the dealer
Hey, I’ll take her to the dealer
Baby, don’t get attached, I’m not Jay Wheeler
I’ll throw it in your face, concealer, hey
Then I change my number, and they can’t find me
Yes, I know, men are trash
In the brothel, go, Calle Balcarce
Every Friday is my birthday bash, hey
Girl, put your feet down from the dashboard
I unzipped to show you Ash
I’ll do it right here in the Cash parking lot, hey, hey
Look at my shoes, don’t you have these?
Now I’m a model, the perfect look, hey
2024, who the hell still wears Psycho Bunny?
This isn’t The Simpsons, man, you’re not Fat Tony, cowboy
You all are puppets in quotation marks
You have a yacht to bottle on the shore, hey
And I’m in Tortola and the Antilles
Hey, the Bugatti has more flight hours than miles
Everyone knows it’s me without reading the plate
Fame is my wife, the street is my scream
Be careful, Ja Morant, don’t mess up your knee, hey, je
When I was little, mom used to tell me to stop hanging out with the gang
Forgive me, mom, but I’m with Luar La L
And a couple of girls in the hotels, throwing papers in the club, hey
Cocaine for those who sniff, a big shot for anyone who sneaks in, hey
Rub it in, man, I know it hurts
You can’t hit a song even with Lele’s notebook, no, hey
Hey, Father, you’re screwed, buy some Pampers
Today I want a Taína who’s ready for a gangster
Baby, shake that ass, hey, until I have a heart attack
And I’ll pay for the nails, the laser, and the implants