TUMBAO Lyrics English Translation by Dei V
Baby, what happened? Tell me if you want them to back off
I’ll take you to the mall, you know I’m no window shopper
I’m a trapper, I’ll buy you that chocolate Sky-Dweller
If you got a little dude, tell him to pack up
Six digits in the bank account
And my neck froze (Ah, ah)
Ain’t that it’s pricey, in Naturola the swag’s icy
Saw you and said “wow” (Wow)
Got me standing up and I was sittin’ down
When I see you, we gon’ throw a couple rounds
A bad bitch, asks me to hit it, capisce?
She’s my lil’ dog, I don’t let go the leash (Ah)
I give it to her a cappella, no beat
Mami, you’re hacked, got a glitch
You’re made for music videos, strike a pose
Ma, with you even in the ride
Take this smoke so she can flush it out back
Light a Phillie, now I got the munchies
What’s under there sweet like dessert
Double D’s, that big ol’ booty, mami (Ay)
If we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (Ah-ah)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (Yeah, yeah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Bad Bunny (Woh-oh)
Dei V, El Flavor (Dei V)
If we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (Oh-oh)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (Ah-ah, ah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Dei V (Yeah, yeah)
El Flavor, baby, Letty’s son
Six digits in the bank account
And my neck froze (Ah, ah)
Ain’t that it’s pricey, in Naturola the swag’s icy
Saw you and said “wow” (Wow)
Got me standing up and I was sittin’ down
When I see you, we gon’ throw a couple rounds (Dei V, Underwater)
She wants that mafú, the kind that kicks like kung-fu
I ain’t hungry, but I’ll eat if you’re on the menu
Ma, you’re hot, but it ain’t the flu
Lit up like the cherry in the Backwood
With that booty, you got me, you make me spend
A baby like you, mami, don’t get shared
After the party, my bed’s the afterparty
Take off your clothes and pose, let me snap you
Baby, what happened? Tell me if you want them to back off
I’ll take you to the mall, you know I’m no window shopper
I’m a trapper, I’ll buy you that chocolate Sky-Dweller (Woh-oh)
If you got a little dude, tell him to pack up
Mami, if we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (Ah-ah)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (Yeah, yeah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Bad Bunny (Woh-oh)
Dei V, El Flavor
If we’re in Madrid, I can be your Mbappé (Oh-oh)
If we’re in Barcelona, I can be your Lamine (Ah-ah, ah)
If we’re in PR, I’m your Dei V
El Flavor, baby, Letty’s son (Letty)
Baby, what happened? Tell me if you want them to back off
I’ll take you to the mall, you know I’m no window shopper
I’m a trapper, I’ll buy you that chocolate Sky-Dweller
If you got a little dude, tell him to pack up