SATA Lyrics (English Translation) – Metrika, Taichu, D.Basto

Read the full SATA (English Translation) lyrics by Metrika, Taichu and D.Basto from the album LA ORDEN along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Metrika]
I put on my corset
I head out to party, rocking nails from Shein
Even though it’s November, I’m in a crop top—no sweater
These b!tches look at me like they’re gay
Well, I *am* gay—if you’re into the pretty ones
Handle the pressure—the pressure from these brats
I speak in gold hoops, not silver
From Mexico all the way to Mislata
Watch how you treat me

[Chorus: Metrika]
I’m a *sata*—straight back to the party again
Your b!tch is gonna bleed all over the cash
I’m a *sata*—you’ve got no game, and you don’t scare me
In a limousine with supermodels

[Post-Chorus: Metrika]
She’s a *sata*, a *sata*
Give me whatever I want—these bad girls set me wild
She’s a *sata*, a *sata*
Give me what I want—these bad girls set me wild

[Verse 1: Taichu]
I’m not coke, but I make things go hard
He gets close, bumps into me—I’m out, I swear
I’ve got what gets him high, and he knows it’s pure
He knows how to provoke me—let’s head into the shadows
He doesn’t know you’re my b!tch
He thinks I love him—what a total b!tch I am
Playing the innocent one? Keep on your own path
Bad girls—we’re pretty, but we’re brutal

[Chorus: Taichu]
I’m a *sata*—straight back to the party again
Your b!tch is gonna bleed all over the cash
I’m a *sata*—you’ve got no game, and you don’t scare me

In a limousine with supermodels

[Verse 2: Metrika]
We—we—we pull up in the Lincoln to grab your ex—I’m such a flex
I never check the price; I just buy, buy, buy—three of everything
Tell him to slick his hair back, pull out a… Tupé
Laughing a lot, only to end up crying later
And while fu*king, I’m throwing out emotes
You like it when I suck it, without you gagging
You like it when I’m wild, when I let my crazy side out
She’s going to love my spanking even more (Ah-ah-ah)
With Russian-style volume (Ah)
Ask who gave it to me
One chair for me, and another for my pu*sy
If anyone asks about me, just know…

[Chorus: Metrika]
I’m a total $lut, heading straight back to the party
Your b!tch is going to bleed all over the money
I’m a total $lut; you’ve got no game and you’re not intimidating at all
In a limousine with supermodels

[Post-Chorus: Metrika]
She’s a total $lut, a $lut
Give me whatever I want—the wild ones just set me free
She’s a total $lut, a $lut
Give me what I want—the wild ones just set me free

[Outro: Metrika]
$lut, $lut
A total $lut, a $lut