Espresso Martini Lyrics (English Translation) – Rauw Alejandro

[Intro: Marconi Impara]
Ayayai
Bo-Boy, boy

[Chorus: Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
What what, my crazy girl? I’m going to pick you up
Put on something really badass, there’s paparazzi in the back, eh
Today’s girl is from Japan
Yesterday she was talking to me in French (Eh), s*x is the language (Boy, boy)
Going around the block, I even work at Chanel
I have death in sport mode, your envy won’t catch me
Hey, even though I have more than a million, I’m always going back to the neighborhood

All my people know

[Verse 1: Marconi Impara]
The gau is magazine, Triple H in the ring
I always go all-in, New York City with the teens
I’m always listening to the boys on the street
Catching a baby that walks through the valley
This flow doesn’t come out no matter how much I rehearse it
We’ve got more tricks than Inspector Gadget, ayayai
She moves it, she moves it in the tube
Whenever they see our ass
She passes me the smoke from her boa
A She had a girlfriend
And I like it like that, half a b!tch, she calms down with the first
I give it to her daily, I’m Eddie Dee
I have a party at home, welcome to my crib
Ay, Dio’, ay, Dio’

[Verse 2: Rauw Alejandro & Marconi Impara]
Could it be? What could it be? Could it be that I have a fu*king flow? (Je)
Espresso martini, the Bugatti and the Mille son tourbillon (Boy, okay)
I’ll suck her ass up, use my face as an armchair
Climb on, I know what you need

[Chorus: Rauw Alejandro]

What’s what, my crazy girl? I’m going to pick you up
Put on something really badass, there’s paparazzi in the back, eh
Today’s is from Japan
Yesterday she spoke to me in French, s*x is the languag
oing around the block, I even work at Chanel
I have death in sport mode, your envy won’t catch me
Hey, even though I have more than a million, I’ll always go back to the neighborhood
All my people know

[Verse 3: Yan Block & Marconi Impara]
I fu*ked your lady and fame
Weekend, they’re a couple of b!tches, chichamo’ and piché
Say a couple of (??), I’ll put them to suck, suck, suck
Stretch it out the hard way, don’t call here anymore
Fu*k Yan, your plans will be screwed
If I go with everyone, the alligators will eat you, yeah
Four contracts without Silver on a plate
The data in the bill, ma, I don’t share it
I’m a pitcher, even Bad Bo knows it
I’ve moved up in rank, now I’m at Rambo level
I’ll lick you in my Lambo, the toto will lick you
In Las Vegas kissing her, what’s going on?
Having a good time in the room
Playing the song in two songs
She says she paints, but for me she paints and scrapes
I look at myself in the mirror and what I see is a rockstar
But I’m a trapstar, I want a pornstar
I’ve got the cake, that’s why she rides
Ba*tard, you don’t ride them, ha
Unraveling in a check for 10 thousand
With 200 wh*res they get happy
She misses this thing, she misses my S
But I’m into music, pu*sy and flex
(I’m into music, pu*sy and flex)
Ayai, ayai

[Outro: Yan Block]
Ba*tard from the block, ba*tard