Lyrics of Blon Blon - Dayme y El High, Saybor, Alberto Stylee

Blon Blon (original)

Too Fly
Dayme y El High
Tu novio tiene hasta que chifle
Dile, que para el tengo un rifle
El rifle suena
Blon blon
Prende mami, blon blon
Bom bom dilan, bom bom,
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Prende mami el blon blon
Prende mami un blon blon
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Hace tiempo te había visto en la disco
Y estaba loco que dejarás ese rasca bicho
Que lucias mal con el, yo te lo había dicho
Ahora soy yo yo, el que te chicho
Soy como el 911 que cuando tu llamas
Te cae de emergencia a darte bicho
Como suena el ritmo, pegajoso
Y el flow de nosotros esta como el coro, chicloso
Tu novio tiene hasta que chifle
Dile, que para el tengo un rifle
El rifle suena
Blon blon
Prende mami, blon blon
Bom bom dilan, bom bom,
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Prende mami el blon blon
Prende mami un blon blon
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Dile que adentro ya somos 200
La posibilidad de salir vivo 0%
Yo soy de los que voy para adentro con mi herramienta
Mujeres saben que tenemos el ticket, uah uah uah
Cuando salimos pa' la calle
Saben que paramos las ventas
Dile al dueño del negocio
Que como no entremos sin hacer fila
Le vamos a romper la puerta
Tu novio tiene hasta que chifle
Dile, que para el tengo un rifle
El rifle suena
Blon blon
Prende mami, blon blon
Bom bom dilan, bom bom,
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Prende mami el blon blon
Prende mami un blon blon
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Bom bom dilan, bom bom
Opi
Con Alberto estilo bebe
Baby, dile
Que se quede en su esquinita
Que aquí todo el mundo carga lo mismo
O si no, se va a quedar de día
Kapital Music
Stylee Music
El High
El Saybor
Y el Dayme Beats
Kapital Music

(translation)

too fly
Dayme and El High
Your boyfriend has until he whistles
Tell him that I have a rifle for him
the rifle sounds
blon blon
Turn on mommy, blon blon
Boom boom dilan, boom boom,
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Turn on mommy the blon blon
Turn on mommy a blon blon
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Some time ago I had seen you at the disco
And it was crazy that you would leave that bug scratcher
That you looked bad with him, I had told you
Now it's me, the one who chicho you
I'm like 911 that when you call
It falls to you from an emergency to give you a bug
How does the rhythm sound, sticky
And the flow of us is like the choir, chewy
Your boyfriend has until he whistles
Tell him that I have a rifle for him
the rifle sounds
blon blon
Turn on mommy, blon blon
Boom boom dilan, boom boom,
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Turn on mommy the blon blon
Turn on mommy a blon blon
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Tell him that inside we are already 200
Chance to get out alive 0%
I am one of those who go inside with my tool
Women know that we have the ticket, uah uah uah
When we go out to the street
They know we stopped sales
Tell the business owner
That as we do not enter without queuing
We are going to break the door
Your boyfriend has until he whistles
Tell him that I have a rifle for him
the rifle sounds
blon blon
Turn on mommy, blon blon
Boom boom dilan, boom boom,
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Turn on mommy the blon blon
Turn on mommy a blon blon
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Boom bom dilan, bom bom
Opi
With Alberto baby style
Baby, tell him
Let him stay in his little corner
That here everyone carries the same
Or else, he's going to stay during the day
Capital Music
Stylee Music
The High
The Saybor
And the Dayme Beats
Capital Music