BRRRUM Lyrics English Translation by Metrika
(feat. La Joaqui, DiseloWaliyo, SAINT CAIRO)
The Official Vampibimbo
I mix the Victoria’s with the Dolce & Gabbana
And I show up right there in pajamas
To smoke a Camel at the door of Zara
I make the notary wait too long
‘Cause I’m gonna sign, yeah maybe tomorrow
And put on the hair belt and the extensions
We’re the best ones here
And I don’t let them bring me down, bring the luggage ’cause we’re leaving now
Brrum, they can’t get me out of this Lincoln
Brrum, this time it won’t be different
Brrum, dressed up like a bingo slut
Brrum, brrum, brrum
Brrum, they can’t get me out of this—, of this—
Brrum, this time it won’t be-be-be—
Brrum, dressed up like a slu-slu—
Brrum, brrum, brrum
And I carry a hairspray in my leather bag
A couple of spare rings and there’s no ring on my finger
A bunch of bad bitches who kill for love and fuck for money
I’m afraid in hell they got me used to the fire
The chains burn and the cats are in heat
If I could fall from heaven, I know without you I won’t die (Go figure)
Over here we give it our all, to you like little Pablo (Ay)
Purse, weed and steel; no, no, no crime (Yeah)
Vampire cut at night, we like the cursed shit
Lions with no name ’cause they like the powder (Ay)
Eat shit from the hustle
They want a pass for my ride
Rampa-pam, a tiki-tiki to the nose (What? What?)
All the bitches ask for a finger (I didn’t fuck you)
I like the thugs, but well put-together
You want my tit, I wanna play teto
What do you want? What do you want?
Are you mad? I didn’t fuck you
I want a Trojan horse
That the girls make money, none are in a mess
Today at the party, it kicks off and no onion
I got a couple of guys who behead with katanas
I’m collecting cash and I spend it on the tropitango
With my partner we’re looking for a criminal duo
The kind that look conflicted
Br-bring the luggage, ’cause we’re leaving now
Brrum, they can’t get me out of this Lincoln
Brrum, this time it won’t be different
Brrum, dressed up like a bingo slut
Brrum, brrum, brrum
Brrum, they can’t get me out of this—, of this—
Brrum, this time it won’t be-be-be—
Brrum, dressed up like a slu-slu—
Brrum, brrum, brrum
It’s Metrika
And La Joaqui
The slutiest of the sluts
For the gays and the girls
The street has a name