PARADIXE Lyrics English Translation by Feid
(feat. El Americano 4KT, Pirlo)
You tell me
Yeah?
Answer
Answer, ’cause I’m calling you
With the boys over here, you know how it is
Smoking a Marlboro, bro, I don’t listen to nobody no more
Now I’m more about my hustle ’cause you left me alone
I can’t love you no more, now I’m a lover of the gold
But I wanna be with you, mami, don’t leave me alone
The bro was the one who gave me your ubi, mami, I’m being straight with you
You know I’m locked in the studio with the trappers
They’re my codes and for my codes I’d die
It’s just that there can be many, but I put you first (Wow)
Thinking ’bout where you’re at
This floor full of cash (Uh-uh-uh)
Why you leave me again
Instead of being here with me?
What does she have? I don’t know
Only with you I got stubborn
I don’t know why you don’t see me (Indica, FERXXO)
Wherever it is, I’ll follow you
Thinking ’bout you in the Marriott suite, that you never came back for me
With me every scene was top, with him everything is sad
With me it was a world of color that never fades
And you traded me for a broke dude who can’t even dress right
I hate him, that’s a duck, a whole Bancolombia
They don’t even want him in his crew, he’s a puppy and that’s obvious
If before he came along, I was your boyfriend
The difference between him and me is that I never stepped off the podium for you
I don’t live off what they’ll say, it don’t hurt no more if they leave
I looked for you wanting to take you to France and to Milan
But you play dumb ’cause there’s another dude
Knowing that ugly and all, y’all love me, ’cause you’re my fan
Baby, me too, I made you see the paradise
I dedicated “El Doctorado” by Tony Dize to you
Underneath your belly button the ice melts
If it’s to run it back, you don’t gotta ask twice
What’s in it for me if you leave me?
With that ass my mind goes crazy
If I steal her, she lets me
I don’t call her and she files a complaint (Ey)
Mami, don’t doubt it and just pull up
A little hangout, queen, that’s what hits
With her I’m always in the game (Wow)
Thinking ’bout where you’re at
This floor full of cash (Uh)
Why you leave me again
Instead of being here with me?
What does she have? I don’t know
Only with you I got stubborn
I don’t know why you don’t see me
If wherever it is, I’ll follow you
Plo, po-po-po-po
Mmm, so good
Music so you can get down real nice, baby
But this needs something more exotic, an exotic perreo
Let’s switch the rhythm
How delicious
Ah, bad girl, what’s up?
What’s going on?
Ask, baby
What we gonna do?
Ey, ey
We gotta pull up
I like everything she puts on
She struts between my addictions
I mess up where I get my hopes up (Eh)
Only with me does she eat (Eh)
I tell her there’s nobody like her no more
A little kiss so she relaxes (Uh-uh)
I look away and more than one dude hollers at her
The grillz on when I pull up on her
Baby, how long did I wait for you?
Perreando in the club and watching the sunrise (Eh-eh-eh)
In your hands I leave whatever could be (Eh-eh-eh)
Those eyes made me lose it (Let’s go all the way down, baby girl, listen)
I play her classics from Ñejo, Tego Calderón, Wisin y Yandel
But she’s crazy about playing “Se Cree Mala” by Plan B
I’m gonna make that worth something, she used to do ballet too
I didn’t wanna throw myself at her, but I gave myself away
Go all the way down, ’cause the night ain’t over yet
I’m back in Medallo, in a penthouse in El Poblado
Over there I caught Ameri with all the hustle
The party is ours, and whoever ain’t here just ain’t earned it
So break it, that bumper ain’t got no competition
I wanna get tender, but she corrupts me
She says she misses me, but where at?
That thing is so big those shorts don’t hide it, don’t conceal it
How good that is
Indica, FERXXO, let’s apply it
Baby, how long did I wait for you?
Perreando in the club and watching the sunrise (Eh-eh-eh-eh)
In your hands I leave whatever could be (Eh-eh-eh-eh)
Those eyes made me lose it
The scheme is too top and I’m taking her to Lacoste
She fell in love with me, or felt the barrel of the Glock
I sent her my number with the homie in a block
I feel like Yamal at the World Cup scoring a goal
We’re making money, everybody’s on their hustle
This flow 11:11 so the gangs light up a Phillie
They know I got money and on my neck I got a billi
If it’s sports: Nike Jordan, and if it’s designer: Amiri
I can’t even slip up, I don’t lose sight of her
I gotta tear it up, that pussy is on my list
Tell her I’m coming for her, she better get undressed
My league is the AK in the back to start being an artist
The guns on standby, the signatures on standby
Bro, I got the green to go make a mess
We’re in a private spot, better not get in the way
Let’s make this house overflow with women
For sport they send pack, for a baddie she sends a photo of the pussie
Baby, how long did I wait for you?
Perreando in the club and watching the sunrise (Eh-eh-eh)
In your hands I leave whatever could be (Eh-eh-eh)
Those eyes made me lose it