LA PRESIDENCIAL Lyrics (English Translation) – Mora, Dei V

Read the full LA PRESIDENCIAL (English Translation) lyrics by Mora and Dei V along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Mora’s music, you can also explore DETRÁS DE TU ALMA and CUANDO ME VAYA, two other songs by Mora.

[Intro: Mora]
Bassy, ​​haha
M*mmy, if you want, go ahead and touch yourself like this Phillie.
I like it when you don’t wear anything under your mini.
With me, you look like the NBA, that guy’s snoring at me and he can’t even reach Dilly.
If he knew that if it wasn’t the balcony, I’d be fu*king you in the living room.

[Chorus: Mora & Dei V]
From the presidential palace, I’ll let you choose
The Vanderbilt or the Ritz-Carl, if he calls, get out.
Put him to bed, and he’ll come back to me.
‘I’m in the presidential palace, all the red lights are on.’

Champagne and caviar in case you feel like it.
Ten grand as a tip, and a Van Cleef necklace (Eh, eh, eh, Dei V, Under Water)

[Verse 1: Dei V]
What’s wrong with that ass? I don’t know, she’s got me hooked like Percocet
M*mmy, whatever you tell me, that’s it, we gave her THC
I took her to spend it and then I put her in a pose
Time to give it to you, the Patek is telling me
Let’s do it all night drinking rosé
I’m on fire and those pants look 3D with the LED lights (Woh, woh)
M*mmy, you’re a demon, take me to your hell
Little devil, I’ll grab her by the horns
Upload a picture with me, so they know you have an owner (Yeah)
Your ex is bitten, but, m*mmy, I understand
Because you’re so hot that sometimes I even dream of you
I come out in the smoke when I light a Phillie, oh
She calls and I drop everything I’m doing
And I run to her

[Chorus: Dei V & Mora]
Let’s go to the Presidential, all the lights are red
The Vanderbilt or the Ritz-Carl, I’ll let you choose
I’ll throw you ten thousand, mami, give me a striptease
I’m at the Presidential, all the lights are red
Champagne and caviar in case you feel like it

Ten thousand as a tip, and a Van Cleef necklace

[Verse 2: Mora]
I caught her leaving District and made her do a 360
If she gets together with her friend, that’s a Dream Team (Dream Team)
I was retired like Nowitzki
But with that ass, baby, it’s impossible for me to say “maybe”
Ricardo Arjona doesn’t listen, they should call her Dei V
She doesn’t want a diploma, she wants a Bentley
And for him to mistreat her, not to be friendly
And I obey him, that’s where I grow (-co)
That body, ma, deserves a monument, oh-oh-oh-oh
I pulled her hair and she smiled

[Bridge: Mora]
And I don’t know if it’s because of the way she talks to me
That I’m slowly becoming obsessed
She has something that drives me crazy
That’s why they won’t remove her from the throne

[Chorus: Mora]
That ass deserves the presidential election, I’ll let you choose
The Vanderbilt or the Ritz-Carl, if she calls, evict
Put him to bed, and he’ll come back to me
‘I’m in the presidential election, all the red lights’
Champagne and caviar in case you fancy it
Ten thousand as a tip, and a Van Cleef necklace