Feid Classy 101 Lyrics English Translation
To ‘the day’ I imagine you
How should you look without that Valentino
With that killer body
Divine, ma
That I’m thinking about you to me is normal
To ‘what you have I like
Let’s eat, baby, even if it’s not formal
And if we get wrapped up it doesn’t scare me
You look like you like freaky and nasty, nothing romantic
You look expensive, bitchy, classy, in four fantastic…
More than problematic
You touching yourself, I crazy to enter, you know what I like
Keep telling me that I’m not going to fantasize
I’m going to charge you the fine
Yeah
Baby, welcome to the party
You’re a bandi with a Barbie body, yeah
Rumbea since she has no ID, she puts on my Oakley’s
She’s up her skirt, yeah
It’s something else
But my corillo says she’s dangerous
An expert, she’s a chimba
At the disco that arrives she destroys it
I don’t put brakes on it
Those buttocks he pulls them down to the floor
She said, “Fuck that”
He doesn’t like normal, to’ is extreme
Let me see to-’
I know it’s nothing formal but give me the OK though…
Very welcome
Tonight I’m gonna make you everything I said by text, yeah
You look like you like freaky and nasty, nothing romantic
You look expensive, bitchy, classy, in four fantastic…
So-called problematic…
You touching yourself, I crazy to enter, you know what I like
Keep telling me that I’m not going to fantasize
I’m going to charge you the fine
Whoa
Mommy, this is an arrest
I’m going to charge you for that little look with taxes
Take off the cuffs, baby, I’ll lend
And put me in house arrest I don’t bother, yeah
You look like you’re a nasty doll under the cobels, yeah
Oh, none of them compare, Mommy, that ass is game over
Oh Papa, oh my God
You move like that, Mommy, you got me stuck, hey
Dangerous but I’m falling in love
It’s just not normal, baby, what the fuck?
I don’t slow her down if those buttocks bring them down to the floor
I said, “Fuck that”, yeah
If it gets in on me it kills me without bullets
With that face that he likes freaky and nasty, nothing of the romantic
You look expensive, bitchy, classy, in four fantastic…
More than problematic
You touching yourself, I crazy to enter, you know what I like
Keep telling me that I’m not going to fantasize
I’m going to charge you the fine
Whoa
Hey, hey, uh-oh
Ferxxo, Ferxxo
Caleb, Caleb, Calloway, uh-uh
Julia, hey
It’s Baby Miko
Brr, hey, me, Mauro