Soprano Venga Mi Lyrics English Translation

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It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, back

It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, back

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga, venga

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga mi baby

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga, venga

Venga, venga, venga, venga, venga mi baby

Hello, oh, it’s Sopra’ M’baba

It's Marseille, baby, if you didn't know

I'm accompanied by my bastards

What do blue eyes get from flashing lights?

We have the neighborhood tattooed on our skin

And racetracks under the hood

Crazy melodies out of the hat

With a smile more frozen than the Mona Lisa

Everything is black like Visa, even in times of crisis

We just spend wads of cash to make the binta shine

More dangerous than Nikita, white sauce on fritas

Coño, you know, we're too zoned out to change our ways

It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, back

It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, back

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga, venga

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga mi baby

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga, venga

Venga, venga, venga, venga, venga mi baby

Gucci on the jacket

63 on the checkout

She wants the life of an artist, she wants life, mi baby

Roubaix is ​​psychiatry, Marseille is Psy4tra

And there the gadjis are on the track, zooking

And I live my life, sunshine under the Dita

Bob screwed on my face

Like Kendji, I take out the guitar, the guitar

And go ahead, follow me, don't worry that I have the kichta

Don't worry that I have kichta

And when I go on stage, everyone goes, 'Pa-pa-pa-pa-pah'

It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, back

It's the fuego from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, back

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga, venga

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga mi baby

Venga, venga, venga venga, venga, venga

Venga, venga, venga, venga, venga mi baby

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Venga mi baby

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