Eladio Carrión feat. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee & Bobby Shmurda – Tata (Remix)

Eladio Carrión feat. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee & Bobby Shmurda – Tata (Remix) Lyrics

Artist: Eladio Carrión feat. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee & Bobby Shmurda
Song: Tata (Remix)

Wuh (Wuh, wuh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Off-White la’ chancla’, Gucci la’ bata’ (Ey)

Amigo’ delincuente’, no como Tata (Tata)
La calle caliente como fogata (Wuh)
Aquel trató, pero cuando tratan (Tratan)
Pew pa’ lo’ pie’, ello’ bailan bachata (Ah)

Siempre en nota, Hakuna Matata (Prr; wuh)
MP5 (Yah) te deja trinco
Cuando suena hace ra-ta-ta-ta (Eh; rrr)
Dicen mi nombre, nunca mi cara; hablan, no tienen data (Wuh, wuh)

Estoy en LA con mi essay, why you so thirsty? You need some water (Wuh, wuh)
Con la cone de México, sí, el médico, tomando henny Horchata
No me llamen pa’ bochinche’, revoluce’, que eso e’ de Satán (Ey, ey)
Ra-ta-ta-ta, Eladio no empata, Eladio fuma como rasta (Rrr)

Vine de la mata, solo tigueraje, no coro con rata’
No te meta’ con el diablo, eso lo dijo Nata (Prr, prr)
Vine de abajo, como la batata (Pah, pah)
Quieren verme muerto, dale, ven y trata (Pla, pla; pla, pla)

Hay do’ opcione’, n#gg#, plomo o plata (Plo, plo), yeah
Smokin’ on zaza, whippin’ up yaya
Tell ’em “Free [Quavo and Rashad]
Plaka, tell ’em this bad man, tell ’em this [danda]

Tell ’em that I’m top shotter
Robber, me and my pilots
Me and my naggas, mi mami, my choppers (Grr)
Just came home off a lock-up (Grr)

“Grr” anything when I pop up (Like baow)
Blowin’ that nino, throw that thing up
Roll everything I see up (Baow)
Smokin’ on Easter, really don’t need her

After I f*ck her, you can keep her
Baby, I’m steady in this breach up (Rra)
Baby, I rack them, niner (Uh)
And I got hitters in Humacao

And even in Medellín, uh (Oh, jeez)
Uh, bang-bang, b#tch
You better never speak up (hey, skrrt)
Bang-bang, b#tch

I went to sleep with a eater, uh (Krr)
Bang (Bang) or gang, b#tch
I got to sleep with the nina’ (Ah)
I go to sleep with these divas (Yeah, okay, yeah)

I done came up from the keesh, yeah (Uh-huh)
Off-White la’ chancla’, Gucci la’ bata’ (Ey)
Amigo’ delincuente’, no como Tata (Tata)
La calle caliente como fogata (Wuh)

Aquel trató, pero cuando tratan (Tratan)
Pew pa’ lo’ pies, ello’ bailan bachata (Ah)
Siempre en nota, Hakuna Matata (Wuh; yeah, ey)
(J Balvin, man)

De hacer historia, de eso se trata
Tu movie e’ falsa y por ende, barata
Yo soy el mismo, solo que con má’ plata (Ching)
Ustede’ son bueno’, pero el ego los mata (Ah), uh

Millo sin corbata
José siempre la tiene en alta
Andamo’ tranquilo’, Hakuna Matata
Comiéndome un J Balvin meal con patata’

‘Tá to’ bien, chillin’ con mi gata (Eh)
En el Ferrari rojo escarlata, uh
Prendío’ como fogata (Ah)
Más que tú está ganando mi azafata

Aquí no se pregunta cuánto se gasta (No)
No fumo mata, pero pura hoja como un rasta (Rasta)
Mi vida es una película (Ah), ya mismo me vuelvo cineasta
Esto no me basta, yo quiero más pasta

Fuchi, de lejito’ con las rata’ (Basta)
En París, no estoy hablando de Nata (Oui)
Esa mala cara los delata (Ah)
Lo mío es de oro, lo tuyo es de lata (Ey, ey)

Lo mío es real, lo tuyo es pirata (Wuh, wuh)
A eso va la candidata (Ah)
Hoy quiero una española y una croata-ta-ta (J Balvin, man)
Off-White la’ chancla’, Gucci la’ bata’

Amigo’ delincuente’, no como Tata
La calle caliente como fogata
Aquel trató, pero cuando tratan (Wuh; dímelo, Eladio)
Pew pa’ lo’ pies, ello’ bailan bachata

Siempre en nota, Hakuna Matata (Soñando en grande, ¿oí’te?; prr)
MP5 te deja trinco
Cuando suena hace ra-ta-ta-ta (La Cabra)
The GOAT, ¿ah?

Once again a romper la yesca
Alumno venga, le costeo la beca
Naci’o y cria’o donde tú no entra’
No hay alarma, pero sí .40

¿Quién tú ere’? F*ck lo que proyecta’
Shooters ready, los mantengo alerta
Villa Kennedy, sigo en La Meca
Ser el líder siempre fue la meta

Yo no hice maleta’ cuando me pegué
To’ lo contrario, puse al día al barrio
To’a la gente que a mí me vio crecer
Están al tanto, saben lo que hablo

Mi otra casa la aventé y la compré
No me cabían los premio’ y lo’ cuadro’
Solo dios sabe por lo que pasé
No me interesa lo que te contaron (Wuh)

De un millón pa’l billón To’ lo que tengo e’ legítimo
Ante’ quería ser bichote, ahora bajo pa’l case y to’s quieren ser como yo
Disparo’ no paro, se va pa’l piso
Cuando los palo’ los halo’, le meto preciso

Tiro un rafagazo en el mic y lo paralizo
¿Qué carajo están hablando to’ estos huelebicho’? (Fuego)
Tengo el cuello below zero (Zero, zero; ey, ey)
Hasta en verano paso frío (Frío), ey (Frío)

En la muñeca hay un resort (Dime “Lleras”, ey); ching
Y lo’ Baguette’ no están incluido’
El Jefe
Bachata

DY
Baby, I’m bad man
J Balvin, man
Baby, I’m hahas, [?] tata

Baby, I’m bad man
Baby, I’m bad man
Eladio Carrión
Blam-blam

Ayy, ayy
Killin’ on them, them
Ayy, ayy
Bam, [?] bad man

Ayy, ayy, one
Killin’ [?]
Leggo (Krr)
Track “Eladio Carrión”
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Tata (Remix) Lyrics – English Translation

WUH (WUH, WUH)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
OFF-WHITE THE ‘CHANCLA’, GUCCI LA ‘BATA’ (EY)

Friend ‘offender’, not like Tata (Tata)
Hot street like campfire (WUH)
He tried, but when they try (they try)
Pew Pa ‘Lo’ Foot ‘, that’ Bailan Bachata (AH)

Always in Note, Hakuna Matata (PRR; WUH)
Mp5 (yah) leaves you routing
When he sounds he does RA-TA-TA-TA (EH, RRR)
They say my name, never my face; They speak, do not have Data (Wuh, Wuh)

I’m in the with my essay, Why You So Thirsty? You Need Some Water (Wuh, Wuh)
With the Cone of Mexico, yes, the doctor, taking Henny Horchata
Do not call me for Bochinche ‘, Revolucue’, that’s that e ‘from Satan (EY, EY)
Ra-ta-ta-ta, eladio does not tie, Eladio smokes like Rasta (RRR)

Vine de la Mata, Solo Tigueraje, No Chorus with Rat ‘
Do not get it ‘with the devil, it said it Nata (PRR, PRR)
I came from below, like the sweet potato (PAH, PAH)
They want to see me dead, Dale, come and try (Pla, Pla, Pla, Pla)

Hay Opcione ‘, n#gg#, Lead or Silver (PLO, PLO), Yeah
Smokin ‘On Zaza, Whippin’ Up Yaya
Tell ‘Em “Free [Quavo and Rashad]
Plaka, Tell ‘Em This Bad Man, Tell’ EM This [Danda]

Tell ‘Em That I’m Top Shotter
Robber, ME AND MY PILOTS
ME AND MY NAGGAS, MY MAMI, MY CHOPPERS (GRR)
Just Came Home Off to Lock-Up (GRR)

“Grr” Anything When I Pop Up (Like Baow)
Blowin ‘That Nino, Throw That Thing Up
Roll Everything I See Up (BAOW)
Smokin ‘on Easter, Really Don’t Need Her

After I F * CK Her, You Can Keep Her
Baby, I’m Steady In This Breach Up (RRA)
Baby, I Rack Them, Ninner (UH)
And I Got Hitters in Humacao

And Even in Medellín, Uh (Oh, Jeez)
Uh, Bang-Bang, b#tch
You Better Never Speak Up (Hey, Skrrt)
Bang-Bang, b#tch

I Went to Sleep with Eater, Uh (KRR)
Bang (Bang) Or Gang, b#tch
I GOT TO SLEEP WITH THE NINA ‘(AH)
I Go To Sleep With These Divas (Yeah, Okay, Yeah)

I DONE CAME UP from The Keesh, Yeah (UH-HUH)
OFF-WHITE THE ‘CHANCLA’, GUCCI LA ‘BATA’ (EY)
Friend ‘offender’, not like Tata (Tata)
Hot street like campfire (WUH)

He tried, but when they try (they try)
Pew pa ‘lo’ feet, it ‘dance bachata (ah)
Always on note, Hakuna Matata (Wuh, Yeah, EY)
(J Balvin, Man)

To make history, that’s what it’s about
Your movie and ‘false and therefore, cheap
I am the same, only with Má ‘Silver (Ching)
You are good ‘, but the ego kills them (ah), uh

Chill without ties
José always has it in high
Andamo ‘quiet’, Hakuna Matata
Eating a J Balvin Meal with Potato ‘

‘Tá To’ Well, Chillin ‘with my Gata (EH)
In the Ferrari Red Scarlet, Uh
However ‘like campfire (ah)
More than you are winning my stewardess

Here does not ask how much it is spent (no)
I do not smoke Mata, but pure leaf like a rasta (rasta)
My life is a movie (ah), now I become filmmaker
This is not enough, I want more pasta

Fuchi, from fix ‘with the rat’ (enough)
In Paris, I’m not talking about Nata (Oui)
That bad face the betaway (ah)
My thing is golden, yours is tin (ey, ey)

Mine is real, yours is pirate (Wuh, Wuh)
To that goes the candidate (ah)
Today I want a Spanish and a Croatian-ta-ta (J Balvin, Man)
OFF-WHITE THE ‘CHANCLA’, GUCCI LA ‘BATA’

Friend ‘offender’, not like Tata
Hot street like campfire
He tried, but when they try (Wuh, tell me, Eladio)
Pew Pa ‘Lo’ Foot, that ‘Bailan Bachata

Always on note, Hakuna Matata (dreaming big, heard ?; PRR)
MP5 leaves you routing
When it sounds, RA-TA-TA-TA (La Cabra)
The Goat, ah?

Eleven again to break the yesca
Student Come, I cost the scholarship
Naci’O and Ria’o where you do not enter ‘
There is no alarm, but yes .40

Who are you’? F * CK what projects’
Shooters Ready, keep them alert
Villa Kennedy, I’m still in Mecca
Being the leader was always the goal

I did not make suitcase ‘when I peeked
To ‘the opposite, I put a day to the neighborhood
To have the people who saw me grow
They are aware, they know what I’m talking about

My other house I ate and bought it
I did not fit the prize ‘and the’ picture ‘
Only God knows what happened
I’m not interested in what they told you (Wuh)

Of one million pa’l trillion to ‘what I have legitimate
Before ‘I wanted to be a Bichote, now under Pa’l Case and To’s want to be like me
Shot ‘no stop, leaves pa’l floor
When the stick ‘los halo’, I get precise

Shot a rapagazo in the mic and the paralyz
What the f#ck are you talking about ‘these eggicho’? (Fire)
I have the neck Below Zero (Zero, Zero, Ey, Ey)
Until in summer cold step (cold), EY (cold)

In the wrist there is a resort (tell me “, EY); Ching.
And what ‘baguette’ are not included ‘
The boss
Bachata

Dy
Baby, I’m Bad Man
J Balvin, Man
Baby, I’m Hahas, [?] Tata

Baby, I’m Bad Man
Baby, I’m Bad Man
Eladio Carrión.
Blam-Bulla.

Ayy, Ayy.
Killin ‘On Them, Them
Ayy, Ayy.
BAM, [?] BAD Man

Ayy, Ayy, One
Killin ‘[?]
Leggo (KRR)
Track “Eladio Carrión”
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Eladio Carrión feat. J Balvin, Daddy Yankee & Bobby Shmurda Lyrics – Tata (Remix)

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From the album:
Monarca [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021