Ozuna – Somos Iguales Lyrics

Ozuna Somos Iguales Lyrics (feat. Tokischa, Louchie Lou & Michie One)

Aquí nadie está triste, cero amargura
Se viste apretao, sabe que está dura
Tú quieres duro, tú quieres tortura
Vamo’ a ver si es verdad lo que se murmura

Siempre mata cuando sale
En la pista de baile todo se vale
Aquí to’ somos iguales
Te-te traje harto pa’ que pierda’ lo’ modale’

(Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
Te-te traje harto pa’ que pierda’ lo’ modale’
(La-ri-ra-ri-rae-rae
Na-na-na-na-na)
Te-te traje, te-te traje
(Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
Te-te traje harto pa’ que pierda’ lo’ modale’

Hoy ando en teteo como perra en calor
Luciendo mis tatuajes y mis dientes de gold
Clavao en los panties grasa del callejón
¿Cuál será el perro que se anote este gol?

Chilea mientras que me quita el lip gloss
Es maniática, me censura en el TikTok
To’ mis parties son de gangsters, to’ mis parties son de cuero’
Maricones y lesbianas en chuckyteo y molineo

En el trago con los deos, bellaqueo, fumeteo
Este party es clandestino, que nadie grabe video
Hoy guasa, guasa te dejamo’ en la casa
Es que tú no lo pasa’

(Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
Te-te traje harto pa’ que pierda’ lo’ modale’

If I was a rich girl
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
See, I’d have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl

What kind of rich? Got-a-million rich?
Them kinda rich, oh well, you make mine switch
What kind of rich? Got-a-million rich?
Them kinda rich, oh well, you make mine switch

Tú-tú viniste a la disco a soltarte
Y yo no estoy pa’ rosas regalarte
Me gusta cómo la pista parte’
Esta es música que se escucha en toda’ parte’

Un millón quinientos solo en la muñeca
Botellas de Chipre y se pone en culeca
Siempre húmeda, nunca seca
Es tuya la discoteca

Baby, yo no me conformo con mirarte
Déjate llevar si me da con tocarte
Aquí está oscuro, nadie va a enterarse
Y esto no es pa’ enamorarse, baby

(Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
Te-te traje harto pa’ que pierda’ lo’ modale’
(La-ri-ra-ri-rae-rae
Na-na-na-na-na)
Te-te traje, te-te traje
(Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
Te-te traje harto pa’ que pierda’ lo’ modale’

Money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money
Money can’t buy love
Money, money
Gonna give it to me plenty
Money, money
Money can’t buy love

Ozuna Somos Iguales Lyrics English Translation

No one is sad here, zero bitterness
She dresses tight, she knows she’s hard
You want hard, you want torture
Let’s see if what is being whispered is true

It always kills when it comes out
On the dance floor anything goes
Here to’ we’re the same
I-I brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’

(Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
I-I brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’
(La-ri-ra-ri-rae-rae
Na-na-na-na-na)
I-I brought you, I-I brought you
(Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
I-I brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’

Today I’m in tits like a bitch in heat
Showing off my tattoos and my gold teeth
Nailing in the fat panties of the alley
Who will be the dog that scores this goal?

She sucks while she takes off my lip gloss
She’s a maniac, she censors me on TikTok
To ‘my parties are gangsters, to’my parties are leather’
Gays and lesbians in chuckyteo and molineo

In the drink with the deos, bellaceo, fumeo
This party is clandestine, let no one record video
Today guasa, guasa I’ll leave you ‘ in the house
It’s just that you don’t pass it’

(Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
I-I brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’

If I was a rich girl
Na-na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
See, I’d have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl

What kind of rich? Got-a-million rich?
Them kinda rich, oh well, you make mine switch
What kind of rich? Got-a-million rich?
Them kinda rich, oh well, you make mine switch

You-you came to the disco to let go
And I’m not here to give you roses
I like how the track starts’
This is music that is heard throughout ‘part’

One million five hundred only on the wrist
Bottles of Cyprus and gets in culeca
Always wet, never dry
The disco is yours

Baby, I’m not satisfied with looking at you
Let yourself go if I can touch you
It’s dark in here, no one’s gonna find out
And this ain’t about falling in love, baby

(Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
I-I brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’
(La-ri-ra-ri-rae-rae
Na-na-na-na-na)
I-I brought you, I-I brought you
(Na, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae, na-ni-nae)
I-I brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’

Money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Money, money
Money can’t buy love
Money, money
Gonna give it to me plenty
Money, money
Money can’t buy love

    Lyrics Details:

  • Written by: Christopher John Lane, Edgar Semper, Héctor Ramos, JOHN BRUCE MAC GILLIVRAY, José Antonio Aponte, Juan Carlos Ozuna Rosado, Kedin Gabriel Maysonet Perez, Louise Charlotte Gold, Luian Malave, Martin Rodríguez Vicente “Cromo X”, Michelle Elaine Charles, Raymi Miguel Paulus Torres, Tokischa, Xavier Semper
  • Album: Somos Iguales
  • Released: 2022