Nena Sad Remix Lyrics English Translation by ORO600, Pablo Chill-E, Duki & Quevedo
The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s all smiles
In those leather jeans, your booty lookin’ wild
After we get it good, she opens up and vents
And after the hustle, she counts up all the cents
The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s chillin’
In those leather jeans, your booty lookin’ brilliant
She looks out for me like a friend, holds me like a sis
Then loves me like she just got outta prison, uh (¡Wuh!)
[Pablo Chill-E]
She’s real clean (Shi), sippin’ apple juice (Ah)
Buys me beer (Yeah), but she don’t booze (Uh)
Groupies on me, she never gets mad (Nah)
I love your lips, and you like my chat
G-Gimme one of those kissin’ kinda kisses, mua
[Pablo Chill-E]
That dude didn’t do nothin’ for you (Na’, yeah)
I-I get you wetter than the Paraná River do
I already got your mom, ma, now it’s your dad’s turn too (Pa)
And if he don’t like it, he gon’ have to get used to it (Chick-chick)
[Pablo Chill-E & Quevedo, Both]
The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s all smiles
In those leather jeans, your booty lookin’ wild
After we get it good, she opens up and vents
And after the hustle, she counts up all the cents
The girl’s kinda sad, but she’s vibin’ with me
Put on those leather jeans, your booty’s lookin’ elite (Yeah)
She looks out like a friend, loves like a sis (Ah-ah-ah)
Then makes love like she just did a prison bid (Duko, El Pablo, okey; ah-ah)
[Quevedo & Duki]
I’m rollin’ through Buenos Aires, mami pull up, just move in silence (Ey)
Too many reporters around, they say I’m some kinda “flaite” (Nah, nah, nah)
‘Cause I got 20s in the street and a hundred in the backpack
And I’ve never even touched a clic-clac
She blowin’ kisses, muac, muac (Mua)
God, don’t judge me, I know I shouldn’t be like this (Que no, que no)
I know they shouldn’t be near me, but still (No, no)
I’m done with all them leather fits (Cuero’), she’s the one I chill with (Sí, jaja)
Even a .44 can’t stretch out her jeans, uh, uh (No)
Ma, I love you almost as much as money (Almost as much), uh, uh
I’d rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton star (Prr, prr, prr), uh, uh
Left hand in mine, right hand on the zeros, uh (Ah-ah)
I’d rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton star, uh, uh (Ey)
[Duki]
Got her nails done, baby boom
Killin’ Hollywood, Demi Moore (Moore)
Says she’s famous, very good
She’s my fan in the court, alley oop
Grab your booty while you’re cookin’ food
We’re two planets in the same mood
You wiped your Excel, left me confused
Your girls hate me, they just fake it too (Mua)
I think about you way too much
Told my shrink, prayed to a few saints and such
You already know, mami (¡Duko!)
Dior bag in your shade, handmade dress, The Hungarian touch
Bulgari earrings, cruisin’ in your Fiat like we Bulgars
If you call, I’ll run away with you—your god, your star
My cold matches your heat, I’m the founder of your fan club’s heart
[Pablo Chill-E & Duki]
The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s all smiles
In those leather jeans, your booty lookin’ wild
After we get it good, she opens up and vents
And after the hustle, she counts up all the cents
The girl’s kinda sad, but she’s vibin’ with me
In those leather jeans, your booty lookin’ elite
She looks out like a friend, loves like a sis
Then makes love like she just did a prison bid, ah
[Duki, Pablo Chill-E & Quevedo]
¡Wuh!
Okey
It’s Duko, you know
Quevedo, Pablo Chill-E
ORO600
That dude didn’t do nothin’ for you (Na’, na’, na’)
I get you wetter than the Paraná River do (Splash)
Already got your mom, ma, now it’s your dad’s turn too
And if he ain’t with it, well, he’s gonna have to be cool
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa