DAÑA (Elvira) Lyrics (English Translation) – Milo j

Read the full DAÑA (Elvira) (English Translation) lyrics by Milo j along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Milo J’s music, you can also explore Bajo De La Piel and Niño, two other songs by Milo J.

[Intro]
Today I woke up with two bodies at dawn
Because of the madness of dusk
I keep thinking why now it feels so strange to live so well
If I waste it’s because I don’t know what to do
If fame follows me
It’s because it still caresses and hurts, hurts (Oh, crazy, what a good beating-lo-lo!)
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

[Chorus]
I have my show, I have my thing
The guys are flexing, the girls are twerking
I’m missing my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
I want my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvi—
I have my show, I have my thing
The guys are flexing, the girls are twerking
I’m missing my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
I want my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira

[Verse 1]
B!tch, now I’m really following fame
There’s nothing else, b!tch, I’m a guarantee of respect
Money arrived, I expressed, happy, great, I did enjoy (Yeh-eh)
I’m a millionaire because I sold out
But I’m not hip-hop nor do I have a chain
Money arrived, I expressed, happy, great, I did enjoy

[Bridge]
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTime for Latin America
I already gave your wh*re both, flame pan
If you like my product, buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTime for Latin America
I already gave your wh*re both, flame pan
If you like my product, buy

No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTime for Latin America
I already gave your wh*re both, flame pan
If you like my product, buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTime for Latin America
I already gave your b!tch both, flame pan
If you like my product, buy

[Interlude]
Daña
Daña
(If they don’t see my name anymore)
(If they don’t see my name anymore)
I like other things, me, cool
(If they don’t see my name anymore)
A little more clapping and hi hat
Yeah

[Verse 2]
I have the global dough to be one of the best
I got bored of making trap, black, I want to make folklore
‘We’re in Santiago, the band, land of singers
I’m a friend of the Carvajal cousins, of the Sole
Don’t front me for records, much less their millions
Because they don’t even give you enough to fill halls, stand up and listen
I’m so good that I could take out my ego and rub my money on them like they do in their songs
I have the account bank enough to buy three million-dollar mansions and still have enough for a Porsche
I have an ego as big as a kid, but I’ve never been expensive
I was born with other dowries, hard-legged, pure data
At this height, age, quality and quantity there is no competition
We are the audiovisual prefecture
The scene is with paternal issues if you don’t see my name anymore

[Outro]
That’s why, cat (If you don’t see my name anymore)
Yes
Today I woke up with two bodies at dawn
Because of the madness of dusk
I keep thinking why now it feels so strange to live so well
If I waste it’s because I don’t know what to do
If fame pursues me
It’s because it still caresses and hurts, hurts
Your sister’s pu*sy
Do you always say the same thing? Hahaha