30 Mil Pies Lyrics (English Translation) – Cris MJ

Read the full 30 Mil Pies (English Translation) lyrics by Cris MJ along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cris Mj's music, you can also explore Chica Galáctica (W Sound 07) and No Me Salgas Con Esa, two other songs by Cris Mj.

[Intro]
Mmm

[Chorus]
M*mmy, get on the jet, on the jet
At 30,000 feet, the diamonds shine
Last night I dreamed of you in Las Vegas
Baby, do you feel alright? Tell me, I'm going anywhere

[Post-Chorus]
In the BM to spank you, mami, from behind
You like it when I kiss your neck and back
I want you to lose intimacy with me
Mamita, let's misbehave
Now that she has me (Ah-ah), do whatever you want
Mamita, dare
Come for me, baby

[Verse]
All the things I would do to you (-laugh)
You won't let me make you mine (Mine)
Just send me a little picture
Baby, I've got you turned on
And I haven't even given you a kiss
And when I see you, I melt you
You like them like me, damn it
She tells me I'm her little boss
Getting you (Ah-ah), in Serena seeing stars
Mami, I want to see you, tell me if you're my Baby
Thinking of you (-dowry) on the sand
M*mmy, I want to see you
Tell me, baby, if you play
I'll send you a letter, a few
Waiting to get it to the living room
What's taking you so long? You're the one in charge
That little ass is mine, don't share it, ah
I feel alone and empty too (Ah)
Because you're not by my side
I get into it and I forget about everything
May God take care of me, because I don't even take care of myself
I don't let go of my forty-year-old, idiots, they want to see me down
I have my brother in prison
They say I'm a Mason, that I made a pact, they don't know who I am

[Chorus]
M*mmy, get on the jet, on the jet
At 30,000 feet, the diamonds shine
Touching you (-dowry) over there in La Serena (Serena)
M*mmy, I want to see you modeling, my baby

[Outro]
Hey, hey (Tra, tra, tra)
You already know
Cris MJ (Yeah-yeah) "The Most Sounding"
Prr
La 17 (Yeah-yeah), a Little fire (Uh, yeah-yeah-ah)
Tell me, Yamil
These ba*tards are going to die
Thinking of you on the sand
M*mmy, I want to see you (Ah) modeling, my baby
Today I'll be there for you, baby