IA (part. Clarent)

IA (feat. Clarent)

IA (part. Clarent)

My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ahMi malda’ es culpa de su forma de actuar, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his facePero se me había olvida’o su cara
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ahSolo recuerdo cómo era por detrá’, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzagMe tiene envuelto, corriendo en zigzag

If you have a new cat, don't be sillySi tiene’ nuevo gato, que no se ponga tonto
Or I make him dance like a topO lo pongo a bailar como si fuera un trompo
That bastard doesn't use it, he doesn't know what I'm doingEse cabrón no la usa, no sabe que me monto
I know you don't love him, he doesn't buy what I buyYo sé que no lo amas, él no compra lo que compro

My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ahMi malda’ es culpa de su forma de actuar, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his facePero se me había olvida’o su cara
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ahSolo recuerdo cómo era por detrá’, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzagMe tiene envuelto, corriendo en zigzag

Baby, understand that Clarent without a whore is like Santa without a presentBebé, comprende que Clarent sin puta’ es como Santa sin regalo’
You should thank me for at least speaking clearly to youTú debería’ agradecerme que por lo meno’ te hable claro
On your 456th birthday, you went from Rolex to RadoEl 456 de tus dado’, bajaste de Rolex pa’ Rado
Tell that bastard to unfollow me alreadyDile a ese cabrón que ya me quite el follow

You already lost the cache, I didn't match with youYa tú perdiste el caché, yo contigo no matché
Like Gucci and Versace, you are fake, you are not faithfulComo Gucci y Versace, tú ere’ falsa, no ere’ fiel
Not even with yourself, nobody believes youNi contigo misma, nadie te lo cree
Your fucks with him are expressTus polvo’ con él son express
I know your bad habits and I got tangled up anywayTus mala’ maña’ me sé y como quiera me enredé

But normal, I know it's wrongPero normal, yo sé que está mal
It was your fault, maFue tu culpa, ma
On behalf of the Baller, I wish you the worstDe parte del Baller, les deseo lo peor
I married clothes, I got her used to spendingMe casé con prendas, la acostumbré a gastar
You're already out, ah-ah-ahYa tú estás salá’, ah-ah-ah

My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ahMi malda’ es culpa de su forma de actuar, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his facePero se me había olvida’o su cara
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ahSolo recuerdo cómo era por detrá’, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzagMe tiene envuelto, corriendo en zigzag

Come on, come on, turn that on thereDale, dale, prende eso ahí
Let's go, let's go give it to himVamo’ vamo’ a darle
Baby, I wasn't going to do this, but since you grew up, it's my duty to remind you thatBebé, yo no iba a hacer esto, pero como tú te creciste, este es mi deber acordarte que

Before me you were nowhereAntes de mí tú no estabas en na’
Mommy, I gave you wings, I made you shine, I dressed you upMami, yo te di alas, te puse a brillar, te vestí de gala
There is no longer dinner for Gekko, nor for LaLaYa no hay cenita pa’ Gekko, tampoco pa’ LaLa
You wanted to play with the one who taught you the moveQuisiste jugar con el que te enseñó la jugada
Those early morning fucks, I'll miss them but go away and don't leave anything behindEsos polvitos de madrugada, los extrañaré pero vete y no dejes nada

You lost the cache, I didn't match with you, mommyPerdiste el caché, yo contigo mami no matché
Just like Gucci and Versace, you're fake, baby, you're not trueAsí como Gucci y Versace, tú eres falsa, bebé, no eres fiel
Nobody even believes you yourself, your sex with him is expressNi contigo misma nadie te lo cree, tus polvos con él son express
And your Ali Express clothes, I no longer have time for you, Patek saidY sus prendas de Ali Express, pa’ ti ya no tengo tiempo lo dijo el Patek
Eh-ehEh-eh
I no longer have time for you, as Patek saidPa’ ti ya no tengo tiempo lo dijo el Patek
Eh-ehEh-eh

It comes and goes like a wave, you don't know how to be aloneVa y viene como ola, tú no sabe’ estar sola
Rolex without a time, bandits who don't fall in loveRolex sin hora, bandidos que no se enamoran
He is no longer going to Bora Bora or Norway to see the auroraYa no va pa’ Bora Bora ni pa’ Noruega a ver la aurora
400 miles per hour400 milla’ por hora
Grra, grra, boom, boom, boom, boomGrra, grra, bum, bum, bum, bum