EN EL CARRO Lyrics English Translation by Myke Towers
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
I don’t forget the sound of your screams and moans.
Staring intently, but I’m not intimidated.
Flirting with my eyes, I look at her,
And even if it’s far, I turn for her.
Last time, she soaked the carpet.
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
If the lobby is full, we do it in the parking lot.
She gets on instantly, arrives without panties.
She has a cute face; sometimes I go without protection.
Without protection, I go in like Fernando Tatís.
She says “daddy,” she wants to sing like Chanty.
She sticks around if I throw her a chant.
I know you well.
In her neighborhood, she always does it in the park.
Her friend wants it, but she doesn’t share.
She’s natural; there are no implants.
Who told you to wear such provocative clothes
That make me want to show off?
Driving with her on top, she wants me to sing in her ear.
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
She made me jump to the back.
She saw me in Booby Trap in Miami.
I like that she applauds; she makes the booty clap.
She’s with her crew; I’m with my clan.
I can’t mix feelings.
I let myself be carried away by the mezcal.
Tell her I’m the one who now gives you pleasure in detail, hey.
She’s a nymphomaniac; she doesn’t deny it.
I throw it on her chest, and she spreads it herself.
It doesn’t matter if it’s with “i” or the Greek “y.”
I brought her a joint; she wants sex and to smoke weed.
Tell me where you are; I want to see you.
Today, I want to eat you.
Young Kings, baby.
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
We tilted the seats, ours was fleeting,
But I swear, messing around in the car was our pastime.
The smoke is carried away by the wind, I like it when she gets on all fours.
I speak frankly, if it were up to me, I’d leave it inside.
Tell me where you are; I want to see you.
Today, I want to eat you.