VUELVE CANDY B Lyrics English Translation by Bad Bunny
Ey, eh-eh, ey, ey
I’m Caro, and everyone wants me, man
I’m like a Frenchie
The ladies love me, I buy them handbags
I don’t buy Hershey
Lots of Dior, Gucci
Lots of Givenchy, eh-eh
You see, man, I’m mocking
Mocking, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I’m mocking
Sometimes I feel lonely
I have no one by my side
I’ve been on top for 5 years like Tim Duncan, posted up
It’s tough for me at the country house, partying with ***
Mocking, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I’m mocking
They wear oversized, but with me, they’re tight
I’ve been on top for 5 years like Tim Duncan, posted up, ey
But before, no one knew, and everyone said, who is Bad Bunny?
Like, who is Dei V?
Now I’m in the navy blue G-Wagon
Eating sushi, drinking Sake with the babe
Since Messi
Messi
Is in the USA
Everyone knows who the GOAT is
It’s no longer Tom Brady, ey
The Latin gang
A couple of dudes who still don’t believe me
I’m with Adidas, Bad Bo, man, I threw away all the Breds
I told you a while ago with Arca, I got used to it
The industry bores me, I swear, I’m retiring at 33
How beautiful life is
Let’s make a toast
You’re buying clothes
I’m buying buildings
The crazy ladies with me
Like I’m Wilkin
All the babes love me
Hey, asking me for money
Asking me for a Birkin
They have piercings in their lady parts
Patience with Orma, in the skyline, we’re racing
Making money, we’re busy
I don’t go to meetings, man
I send the kid instead
It’s possible, but it’s difficult
For me, it’s easy, I’m mocking
Mocking, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I’m mocking
Sometimes I feel lonely
I have no one by my side
I’ve been on top for 5 years like Tim Duncan, posted up
Ey, it’s tough for me at the country house, partying with ***
Mocking, ha, ha, ha
Dying of laughter, I’m mocking
I’m mocking
In the Red Bull car, wings sprouted, I’m flying
I’m with the same people I was with when I was bald
No need to brag, baby, don’t be stuck-up
Ey, I come from PR, where the real badasses are from
What a coincidence, those who act street always end up rats
Dudes who criticize my life and don’t travel more than my pet
Eh-eh, that’s why I follow the advice
My grandfather gave me, Al Pacino gave me
Life is easier
Eating rigatoni, drinking wine
A little time in France
Watching the morning with a cappuccino
To those who believed in me from day one, thanks
Greetings to Pino
To Hero, to Coco, to John, and to Andino
Thanks, God, for the good people you put in my path
Thanks
He who has a Billboard doesn’t have a Grammy
He who has a Grammy doesn’t have a Billboard
Look at my trophy case, how I combine them
In my crew, they’re all refined like violins
Yours leave the room the day your movie ends
Mine stay until God shows us the credits
A legend like the sun, yeah
Like the Sun of Mexico
When Curry didn’t exist, Casiano was already making shots
Easy from the logo, many who said
They didn’t believe in me
Poor demagogue, man, are you crazy?
How can you doubt the baddest guy who scores?
4 in the morning in the studio with Beto and Cachete
Nine digits are now the checks
The girls asking for big money
I like the blondes, also the brunettes
Crazy with the Bori, they like the party
Baby
Ey, long live PR, I don’t drop the machete
I am, Candy B returns but without a rider