Espresso Martini English Translation Lyrics by Rauw Alejandro
English Translation of “Espresso Martini” by Rauw Alejandro (Feat. Marconi Impara & Yan Block)
“What’s up, my little crazy one? I’m coming to pick you up
Wear something really nice, there are paparazzi at the restaurant, eh
Today’s girl is from Japan
Yesterday, one spoke to me in French (Eh), sex is the language (Boy, boy)
Taking a trip around the block, I worked even at Chanel
My mind’s in sport mode, your envy won’t catch me
Ey, even if I have more than a million, I’ll always go back to the hood
All my people know
Loaded magazine, Triple H in the ring
I always go all in, New York City with the Timbs
With Rauw listening to ‘LOS DUEÑO’ ‘E LA CALLE’
Checking out some babies that are around the valley
This flow won’t work for you no matter how much you practice
We’ve got more tricks than Inspector Gadget, ayayai
She moves it, moves it on the pole, her bucket’s always full
She passes the smoke to me from her mouth, had a boyfriend before
And I like her like this, a bit tough, she calms down with the bi
I hit it daily, I’m Eddie Dee
I’ve got a party at my place, welcome to my crib
Oh, God, oh, God
What could it be? What could it be? Could it be that I’ve got crazy flow? (Je)
Espresso martini, Bugatti and the Mille are tourbillons (Boy, bo-boy)
I suck the pussy to the ass, use my face like a couch
Get on top, I know what you need
What’s up, my little crazy one? I’m coming to pick you up
Wear something really nice, there are paparazzi at the restaurant, eh
Today’s girl is from Japan
Yesterday, one spoke to me in French, sex is the language
Taking a trip around the block, I worked even at Chanel
My mind’s in sport mode, your envy won’t catch me
Ey, even if I have more than a million, I’ll always go back to the hood
All my people know
I took your lady and the fame, I’ve got it all
Weekend’s here, just a couple of bitches, chilling and skipping out
Here we’ve got a couple of Hummers, I make them suck, suck, suck
They threw bad vibes, don’t call here anymore
Messing with Yan, your plans will get messed up
And if you mess with everyone, you’ll get eaten by the caimans, yeah
Four contracts without a deal on a plate
I don’t share my business details
I’m a pitcher, even Bad Bo knows
I’ve leveled up, I’m already at Rambo’s level
You lick it, I lick it, the pussy I lick it
The friend is kissing her, what’s going on?
Having a good time in the room, cutting the roll in two pieces
She says she paints, but for me, she paints and scrapes
I look in the mirror and what I see is a rockstar
But I’m a trapstar, I want a pornstar
I’ve got the money, that’s why she gets on top, you can’t get on top, ha
Cashin’ a check of 10K
With Tussi, these hoes get happy
She misses this dick, she misses my ex
But I’m into music, pussy, and flex
(I’m into music, pussy, and flex)
Oh, God, oh, God
The block’s crew, man