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Rauw Alejandro - Espresso Martini Lyrics

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Rauw Alejandro - Espresso Martini Lyrics




[ Featuring Marconi Impara, Yan Block ]

[Marconi Impara]
Ayayai
Bo-Boy, boy

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
¿Qué lo que, mi loquita? Vo'a pasar a buscarte
Ponte algo bien cabrón, que hay paparazzis en el rest, eh
La de hoy es de Japón
Ayer me hablaba una en francé', el sexo e' el lenguaje (Ayayai)
Dando una vuelta por el block, la chambeé hasta en la Chanel
Tengo la mente en modo sport, tu envidia no me va a caer
Ey, aunque tenga más de un millón, pa'l barrio siempre vo'a volver
To' los míos saben

[Marconi Impara]
Carga'o el magazine
Triplе H en el ring
Siemprе me voy all in
New York City con las Timbs
Con Rauw escuchando "LOS DUEÑO' 'E LA CALLE"
Cachando unas babie' que andan por el valle
Este flow no te sale por más que lo ensaye'
Tenemo' más truco' que Inspector Gadget (Ayayai)
Ella lo mueve, lo mueve en el tubo
Siempre lleno bien el cubo
De su boca me pasa el humo
Una novia ella tuvo
Y me gusta así, media bicha, se aquieta con el bi
Le doy a diario, soy Eddie Dee
Tengo un party en casa, welcome to my crib
Ay, Dio', ay, Dio'

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
¿Qué será? ¿Qué será? ¿Será que tengo un flow cabrón? (Je)
Espresso martini, el Bugatti y el Mille son tourbillon (Boy, bo-boy)
Te mamo la tota hasta el culo, usa mi cara de sillón
Trépate, sé lo que necesitas

[Rauw Alejandro]
¿Qué lo que, mi loquita? Vo'a pasar a buscarte
Ponte algo bien cabrón, que hay paparazzis en el rest, eh
La de hoy es de Japón
Ayer me hablaba una en francé', el sexo e' el lenguaje
Dando una vuelta por el block, la chambeé hasta en la Chanel
Tengo la mente en modo sport, tu envidia no me va a caer
Ey, aunque tenga más de un millón, pa'l barrio siempre vo'a volver
To' los míos saben

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
A tu dama y la fama yo me la' chiché
Fin de semana, son par de bitche', chichamo' y piché
Aquí hay par de Hummer, pongo a que mame, que mame, que mame
Tiraban la mala, pa' acá ya no llamen
Jode' con Yan, se te joden los plane'
Y si jodes con to's, te comen los caimane', yeah
Cuatro contrato' sin trato en un plato
Los dato' 'e mis busine' ya no los comparto
Soy un pitcher, hasta lo sabe Bad Bo
De rango subí, ya yo estoy nivel Rambo
Te lambe', me lambo, el toto te lambo
La amiga besándola, ¿qué está pasando?
Pasándola rico en el cuarto, picando la rola en dos canto'
Ella dice que pinta, pero pa' mí que pinta y raspa
Me miro al espejo y lo que veo e' un rockstar
Pero soy un trapstar, quiero una pornstar
Tengo la torta, por eso se monta, cabrón, tú no las monta', ja
Desenmoñando en un cheque 'e 10 mil
Con tussi estas puta' se ponen feliz
Ella extraña este bicho y yo extraño a mi ex
Pero 'toy en music, en pussy y en flex
('Toy en music, en pussy y en flex)

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
Ay, Dio', ay, Dio'
(La ganga del bloque, cabrón)
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[Marconi Impara]
Ayayai
Bo-Boy, boy

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
What's up, my crazy girl? I'm coming to pick you up
Wear something killer, there are paparazzi at the restaurant, eh
Tonight's style is Japanese
Yesterday, I was chatting with someone in French, sex is the language (Ayayai)
Taking a spin around the block, I styled her up even in Chanel
My mind's in sport mode, your envy won't touch me
Even though I have more than a million, I'll always go back to the hood
All my people know it

[Marconi Impara]
Magazine loaded
Triple H in the ring
I always go all-in
New York City in my Timbs
Listening to "Los Dueño' 'E La Calle" with Rauw
Picking up babes hanging out in the valley
This flow won't work for you, no matter how hard you practice
We've got more tricks than Inspector Gadget (Ayayai)
She moves it, moves it on the pole
Always filling the bucket
She passes me the smoke from her lips
She used to have a girlfriend
And I like her like this—kind of feisty, calms down with the "D"
I give it to her daily, I'm like Eddie Dee
There's a party at my place, welcome to my crib
Oh God, oh God

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
What could it be? What could it be? Could it be that I've got a killer flow? (Je)
Espresso martini, the Bugatti, and the Mille with a tourbillon (Boy, bo-boy)
I'll lick it up from the top to the bottom; use my face as a seat
Climb up, I know what you need

[Rauw Alejandro]
What's up, my crazy girl? I'm coming to pick you up
Wear something killer, there are paparazzi at the restaurant, eh
Tonight's style is Japanese
Yesterday, I was chatting with someone in French, sex is the language
Taking a spin around the block, I styled her up even in Chanel
My mind's in sport mode, your envy won't touch me
Even though I have more than a million, I'll always go back to the hood
All my people know it

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
Your girl and fame? I hooked up with them both
The weekend's here, a couple of chicks, we hook up and ghost 'em
There are a few Hummers here; I get them to suck it, suck it, suck it
They used to hate, now they don't call over here
Mess with Yan, and your plans fall apart
And if you mess with all of us, the crocs will eat you up, yeah
Four contracts with no deals on a platter
I don't share my business details anymore
I'm a pitcher, even Bad Bo knows it
I leveled up, now I'm at Rambo status
You brag, I show off; I'll lick it up
Her friend is kissing her—what's going on?
Having a great time in the room, breaking the pills in two
She says she's got style, but to me, she just talks big
I look in the mirror, and I see a rockstar
But I'm a trapstar, I want a pornstar
I've got the cake, that's why she's climbing on, dude, you can't mount them, ha
Breaking down a $10,000 check
With tussi, these chicks get happy
She misses this "D," and I miss my ex
But I'm all about music, girls, and flexing
(All about music, girls, and flexing)

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
Oh God, oh God
(The gang from the block, man)
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Spanish

[Marconi Impara]
Ayayai
Bo-Boy, boy

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
¿Qué lo que, mi loquita? Vo'a pasar a buscarte
Ponte algo bien cabrón, que hay paparazzis en el rest, eh
La de hoy es de Japón
Ayer me hablaba una en francé', el sexo e' el lenguaje (Ayayai)
Dando una vuelta por el block, la chambeé hasta en la Chanel
Tengo la mente en modo sport, tu envidia no me va a caer
Ey, aunque tenga más de un millón, pa'l barrio siempre vo'a volver
To' los míos saben

[Marconi Impara]
Carga'o el magazine
Triplе H en el ring
Siemprе me voy all in
New York City con las Timbs
Con Rauw escuchando "LOS DUEÑO' 'E LA CALLE"
Cachando unas babie' que andan por el valle
Este flow no te sale por más que lo ensaye'
Tenemo' más truco' que Inspector Gadget (Ayayai)
Ella lo mueve, lo mueve en el tubo
Siempre lleno bien el cubo
De su boca me pasa el humo
Una novia ella tuvo
Y me gusta así, media bicha, se aquieta con el bi
Le doy a diario, soy Eddie Dee
Tengo un party en casa, welcome to my crib
Ay, Dio', ay, Dio'

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
¿Qué será? ¿Qué será? ¿Será que tengo un flow cabrón? (Je)
Espresso martini, el Bugatti y el Mille son tourbillon (Boy, bo-boy)
Te mamo la tota hasta el culo, usa mi cara de sillón
Trépate, sé lo que necesitas

[Rauw Alejandro]
¿Qué lo que, mi loquita? Vo'a pasar a buscarte
Ponte algo bien cabrón, que hay paparazzis en el rest, eh
La de hoy es de Japón
Ayer me hablaba una en francé', el sexo e' el lenguaje
Dando una vuelta por el block, la chambeé hasta en la Chanel
Tengo la mente en modo sport, tu envidia no me va a caer
Ey, aunque tenga más de un millón, pa'l barrio siempre vo'a volver
To' los míos saben

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
A tu dama y la fama yo me la' chiché
Fin de semana, son par de bitche', chichamo' y piché
Aquí hay par de Hummer, pongo a que mame, que mame, que mame
Tiraban la mala, pa' acá ya no llamen
Jode' con Yan, se te joden los plane'
Y si jodes con to's, te comen los caimane', yeah
Cuatro contrato' sin trato en un plato
Los dato' 'e mis busine' ya no los comparto
Soy un pitcher, hasta lo sabe Bad Bo
De rango subí, ya yo estoy nivel Rambo
Te lambe', me lambo, el toto te lambo
La amiga besándola, ¿qué está pasando?
Pasándola rico en el cuarto, picando la rola en dos canto'
Ella dice que pinta, pero pa' mí que pinta y raspa
Me miro al espejo y lo que veo e' un rockstar
Pero soy un trapstar, quiero una pornstar
Tengo la torta, por eso se monta, cabrón, tú no las monta', ja
Desenmoñando en un cheque 'e 10 mil
Con tussi estas puta' se ponen feliz
Ella extraña este bicho y yo extraño a mi ex
Pero 'toy en music, en pussy y en flex
('Toy en music, en pussy y en flex)

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
Ay, Dio', ay, Dio'
(La ganga del bloque, cabrón)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
English

[Marconi Impara]
Ayayai
Bo-Boy, boy

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
What's up, my crazy girl? I'm coming to pick you up
Wear something killer, there are paparazzi at the restaurant, eh
Tonight's style is Japanese
Yesterday, I was chatting with someone in French, sex is the language (Ayayai)
Taking a spin around the block, I styled her up even in Chanel
My mind's in sport mode, your envy won't touch me
Even though I have more than a million, I'll always go back to the hood
All my people know it

[Marconi Impara]
Magazine loaded
Triple H in the ring
I always go all-in
New York City in my Timbs
Listening to "Los Dueño' 'E La Calle" with Rauw
Picking up babes hanging out in the valley
This flow won't work for you, no matter how hard you practice
We've got more tricks than Inspector Gadget (Ayayai)
She moves it, moves it on the pole
Always filling the bucket
She passes me the smoke from her lips
She used to have a girlfriend
And I like her like this—kind of feisty, calms down with the "D"
I give it to her daily, I'm like Eddie Dee
There's a party at my place, welcome to my crib
Oh God, oh God

[Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
What could it be? What could it be? Could it be that I've got a killer flow? (Je)
Espresso martini, the Bugatti, and the Mille with a tourbillon (Boy, bo-boy)
I'll lick it up from the top to the bottom; use my face as a seat
Climb up, I know what you need

[Rauw Alejandro]
What's up, my crazy girl? I'm coming to pick you up
Wear something killer, there are paparazzi at the restaurant, eh
Tonight's style is Japanese
Yesterday, I was chatting with someone in French, sex is the language
Taking a spin around the block, I styled her up even in Chanel
My mind's in sport mode, your envy won't touch me
Even though I have more than a million, I'll always go back to the hood
All my people know it

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
Your girl and fame? I hooked up with them both
The weekend's here, a couple of chicks, we hook up and ghost 'em
There are a few Hummers here; I get them to suck it, suck it, suck it
They used to hate, now they don't call over here
Mess with Yan, and your plans fall apart
And if you mess with all of us, the crocs will eat you up, yeah
Four contracts with no deals on a platter
I don't share my business details anymore
I'm a pitcher, even Bad Bo knows it
I leveled up, now I'm at Rambo status
You brag, I show off; I'll lick it up
Her friend is kissing her—what's going on?
Having a great time in the room, breaking the pills in two
She says she's got style, but to me, she just talks big
I look in the mirror, and I see a rockstar
But I'm a trapstar, I want a pornstar
I've got the cake, that's why she's climbing on, dude, you can't mount them, ha
Breaking down a $10,000 check
With tussi, these chicks get happy
She misses this "D," and I miss my ex
But I'm all about music, girls, and flexing
(All about music, girls, and flexing)

[Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
Oh God, oh God
(The gang from the block, man)
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Performed By: Rauw Alejandro
Featuring: Marconi Impara, Yan Block
From Album: Cosa Nuestra
Genre(s): Latin
Language: Spanish
Released: November 15th, 2024
Year: 2024

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