BRRRUM Lyrics (English Translation) – Metrika, La Joaqui

Read the full BRRRUM (English Translation) lyrics by Metrika, La Joaqui, LasryProd and SAINT CAIRO from the album LA ORDEN along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Metrika]
The Official Vampibimbo

[Verse 1: Metrika]
I mix Victoria’s [Secret] with Dolce & Gabbana
And I show up in my pajamas
Just to smoke a Camel right outside the Zara
I keep the notary waiting—oh well—
Because I’m supposed to sign, but maybe I’ll do it tomorrow
Put on your fur belt and your hair extensions
We’ve got the best tracks playing here
And I’m not letting anyone bring me down—grab the luggage, we’re heading out!
[Chorus: Metrika]
Vroom, they aren’t getting me out of this Lincoln
Vroom, this time it’s not going to be any different
Vroom, looking like a little bingo-hall $lut
Vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, they aren’t getting me out of this—out of this—
Vroom, this time it’s not going to be—be—be—
Vroom, looking like a little—little—$lut—
Vroom, vroom, vroom

[Verse 2: Metrika]
I’ve got hairspray in my leather bag
Some spare hoop earrings, and no ring on my finger
A whole crew of wild girls who’d kill for love and fu*k for money
I guess in hell, I just got used to the fire
The chains are burning, and the girls are in heat
If I could fall from the sky, I know I won’t die without you (Just watch)

[Verse 3: La Joaqui]
Around here, we go for blood—just like Pablito (Ay!)
Handbag, weed, and a piece; No, no, there’s no crime here, yeah
A vampiric crew by night—we love the wicked stuff
Nameless lions, ‘cause they’re into the white powder (Ay)
Eat s*it, you trashy girl

They want a ride on my bike
Rampa-pam, a little bump straight to the nose (What? What?)
All the b!tches are begging for a finger (I didn’t fu*k you)
I like the street-thugs, but the flashy, flirtatious kind
You want my tits? I want to play some games
You want what? You want what?
Are you mad? I didn’t fu*k you
I want a Trojan horse
The girls are making bank—no drama here
Tonight at the club, things get heated—and I don’t mean onions
I’ve got some homies who’ll slit your throat with a katana
I’m raking in cash and spending it all at the Tropitango
My partner and I are looking for a criminal duo—
The kind that look like real trouble

[Pre-Chorus: Metrika]
Br-bring your luggage, we’re heading out now

[Chorus: Metrika]
Vroom, you’re not getting me out of this Lincoln
Vroom, this time it won’t be any different
Vroom, looking like a little bingo-hall $lut
Vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, you’re not getting me out of this—, of this—
Vroom, this time it won’t be—be—be—
Vroom, looking like a little—little—$lut
Vroom, vroom, vroom

[Outro: La Joaqui]
It’s Metrika
And La Joaqui
The biggest $lut of them all
For the gays and the girls
The streets have a name