SOY UN BAD BOY English Translation Lyrics by El Alfa
You know who we are, baby (What?)
Three Letters
Eighteen years controlling, I’m taking it all
You know I’m a fool when I talk too much
Don’t look at me too long, I’ll slap you in the face
I played you and stole all your consumer tricks
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Yeah, yeah, yo’)
The guys to the Caribbean, and the girls to the gynecologist
The screams are louder than the musicologists
Nobody posts the videos of where I’m at
So DICRIM won’t come and take away the bad boys
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Yeah, yeah, yo’)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad-bad-bad ones (For you, for you, for you)
Did you forget all the messages you sent?
You put your mouth on the DM and you sucked it up
You push your parents forward
You do anything to get famous, man
I’m Héctor Lavoe, Pacheco’s thorn
The owner of this thing, catching all the fresh ones
I light up the private jet and leave them all behind
She dreamed of me in the plane killing it
Ah-ah-ah (The pilots), ah-ah-ah (They’re moving the plane)
You spit up and it hit your brain
Everyone wanted to be with you, now you’re with them
(You spit up and it hit your brain
Everyone wanted to be with you, now you’re with them)
Everything I wear is from the best
Everything I wear is from the best
Nobody posts the videos of where I’m at
So DICRIM won’t come and take away the bad boys
(Nobody posts the videos of where I’m at
So DICRIM won’t come and take away the bad boys)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Yeah, yeah, yo’)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy (Hey)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy ([?])
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy ([?] bad)
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Three Letters, what?)
Today I’m going to the club, I want to see rum
Rolls Royce, if you see it stopping, you know it’s the bad boys
Hey, you know who the bad boys are?
Yo-Yo-Yo, I’m pitching hits so they tie them up, call if I’m there
I’m not missing twenty-three fifths, I’m going to be like Floyd
When I step into the paint, my closet looks like white
Don’t know if I should dress in blood red, they go with all the fake ones
I’m crazy, and in a bullet wants me to detonate submerged
Underwater without mentioning it, we’re cold
Let him pay the blow between the extensions, he’s her husband
That’s his job
Your curls mess you up, I bring water like a diver
Infiltrated like an intruder
Acapella, I never use your stuff
If I put it in, I don’t warn and I apologize (I go-go-go, what?)
I’m going to the club, I want to see rum (Haha)
Rolls Royce, if you see it stopping, you know it’s the bad boys
Hey, you know who the bad boys are? ([?], what?)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy (Three Letters, eh)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy (Jezzy, the verse chef)
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Yeah, yeah, yo’)
I disappear, number one I reappear
It’s not that I’m overweight, I’m just wearing a vest
This is for the dolls and the toys to dance
The first one who invested was the board and I thank him
And from below, there are people even lower
They are my little enemies and they put me to work
The neighbor keeps complaining about the smell
Of the smoke, the weed, the noise, and the fun
Bragging outside my house, they stopped me [?]
I was doing it all quiet, seems they ratted me out
They were cutting a pound that the guys passed me
When I rushed inside, they almost tore me apart
Villa Agrico block, the cramp like a prieto
We nailed the stuff in the box of the retros
Free [?], doing time for a kidnapping
We set up a cold route to get around on the metro
I’m sorry, I can’t tell you the story
I’m only happy when I have it inside
I haven’t signed with anyone, all my percentages are mine
And it’s not that El Alfa comes out, they don’t have talent
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Yeah, yeah, yo’)
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad ones, a playboy, for the rough ones, a bad boy
For the bad-bad-bad ones (Yeah, yeah, yo’)
(You never matured neither with a stick nor with carbide
Pu-Pu-Stick nor carbide, pu-stick nor carbide
You never matured neither with a stick nor with carbide
Pu-Pu-Stick nor carbide, pu-stick nor carbide)
You never matured neither with a stick nor with carbide
That’s why you stayed being tough