Somos Iguales Lyrics In English Translation - Ozuna x Tokischa

 


Somos Iguales Lyrics In English Translation - Ozuna x Tokischa


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 are equal

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

Nailao in the fat alley

Who will be the dog that scores this goal?


Chilea while taking off my lip gloss

She’s a maniac, she censors me on TikTok

To my parties son of gangsters, to my parties son of 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 leave you at 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

Look, I’d have all the money in the world

If I was a rich girl


What kind of rich? Do you have a million rich people?

They kind of rich, oh well, you do mine.

What kind of rich? Do you have a million rich people?

They kind of rich, oh well, you do mine.


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

Chip bottles 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

You’re gonna give it to me.

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 tough

You want hard, you want torture

Let’s see if what is whispered is true


It always kills when it comes out

On the dance floor anything goes

Here for ‘we are the same

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 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 brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’


Today I’m on the tits like a bitch in heat

Showing off my tattoos and my gold teeth

Nailing in the alley fat panties

Who will be the dog that scores this goal?


She sucks while taking off her lip gloss

She’s a maniac, she censors me on TikTok

A ‘my parties are gangsters, a ‘my parties are leather’

Gays and lesbians in chuckyteo and molineo


In the drink with the deos, I drink, I smoke

This party is clandestine, let no one record video

Today guasa, guasa I leave you at 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 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

Look, I’d have all the money in the world

If I was a rich girl


What kind of rich? Do you have a million rich people?

They kind of rich, oh well, you do mine.

What kind of rich? Do you have a million rich people?

They kind of rich, oh well, you do mine.


You-you came to the disco to let go

And I’m not here to give you roses

I like the way the track starts.”

This is the music that is heard throughout ‘part’


One million five hundred only on the wrist

Bottles of wine and beer in culeca

Always wet, never dry

The disco is yours


Honey, 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 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 brought you sick of ‘losing’ the ‘fashion’


Money, money

Money, money, money, money, money

Money, money

Money can’t buy love

Money, money

You’re gonna give it to me.

Money, money

Money can’t buy love




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