Un buen jamón Lyrics English Translation by GRECAS
The one who never misses a shift, what?
Even when I’m outside of Spain I always carry a good ham
I have fun burning soap, crawling through the reception
My girl’s a sweet ride, I’m gonna put a skirt on her
Tuning’s out of style, I’m bringing it back, motherfucker
Her nipples are like poker chips, hold up, let me pinch ’em
Why would I want gold on my neck if I can have it on records?
She wanted to make a track with me, that I talk to my guy
It’d be like having a cross-eyed dude calibrate shotguns
It comes out crooked for sure, baby, I already quit the job and I’m not going back, I swear
I put the sniper in her face, we can talk about a headshot
It’s not a chicken crepe, but I fill her up with bechamel
In the bag a Taco Bell, and I ain’t talking burritos, it’s a taco of paper
If you like Dior, Dior, if you want Chanel, Chanel
How does it feel to fuck with the headliner?
If you got it bent to the left, bro, that means you’re right-handed
My bro don’t make horror movies and the car’s sinister
Making shitty tracks only I’m the master, but I don’t got movies like the rest
She got into soccer, she wants me to score a goal on her
If I come home smelling like alcohol, she sends me to the living room
I could be Bad Bunny to take you to New York
But I’m GRECAS, baby, I took you to that lookout spot
To pop two bottles, so you could see the stars, you’re on Earth but you should be among them
I used to go to Sportium when we were skipping class
Haven’t seen some of them in a while, they got caught by the traces on the cell
In the bag a Taco Bell, and I ain’t talking burritos, it’s a taco of paper
If you like Dior, Dior, if you want Chanel, Chanel
How does it feel to fuck with the headliner?
If you got it bent to the left, bro, that means you’re right-handed
My bro don’t make horror movies and the car’s sinister
Making shitty tracks only I’m the master, but I don’t got movies like the rest