Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mari, artist - Farina.
Date of issue: 18.11.2015
Song language: Spanish
Mari(original) |
Coquetea mari que tu tienes todo el porte |
Y que no te importe, si tienes con que |
Coquetea mari que tu tienes todo el porte |
Que no te importe (x2) |
Fin de semana, chicos en la calle por montones |
En la playa, en la disco, en todas las estaciones |
Hora de lucir esos tacones, todo el mundo |
Pendiente de la forma en que caminas y te impones |
Agresiva, mirando por encima del hombre esquiva |
Luciendo su pinta de diva, ese ego bien arriba |
Adictiva, haciendo que más de uno trague saliva |
Y se alborotan, todos se le bo botan botan |
Cuando ven tremenda nalgota |
Luce vacilada cuando se pone falda con botas |
Haciendo que las demás se vean shottas |
Quien lo diría modelando por las calles de niquia |
Con fina lencería, mmm amiga mía |
Esto no es para ti, así que salte de la vía, yeah! |
Coquetea mari que tu tienes todo el porte |
Y que no te importe, si tienes con que |
Coquetea mari que tu tienes todo el porte |
Que no te importe (x2) |
El porte, con ese mismo |
Que envuelves y los mortificas |
Style por galones mari, tu eres la tipa |
Haciendo que se enfermen de tos con gripa |
Nada de palo palo, nada mica |
Le gustan su botella de champagne |
Invitaciones a mary, le vienen y le van |
Provocativa como flama, nunca esta corta de plan |
Matando donde llega con su glam |
La tipa sabe que cumple los requisitos |
Siempre come a la carta, estas frito |
Condenada, que parte donde llega |
A todas la wannabi, dándoles brega |
Nadie le pega como le pega la mari |
No money, no mary, no party |
Mírala, caminando en pasarela |
Vela, ella es pura candela |
Mírala, mi mi mírala como se luce |
Dime si tu quieres más |
Mírala, mi mi mírala como se luce |
Esta claro que mari es la que comanda |
Mírala, mi mi mírala como se luce |
La corte le pide más |
Mírala, mi mi mírala como se luce |
Ok! |
A ella le sale natural |
(translation) |
Flirt mari that you have all the poise |
And don't mind, if you have to |
Flirt mari that you have all the poise |
Don't care (x2) |
Weekend, boys in the streets by the bunch |
On the beach, at the disco, in all seasons |
Time to rock those heels, everybody |
Pending the way you walk and impose yourself |
Aggressive, looking over elusive man |
Wearing her diva look, that ego up high |
Addictive, making more than one swallow saliva |
And they get excited, everyone is botan botan |
When they see tremendous buttocks |
She looks hesitant as she puts on a skirt with boots |
Making the others look shottas |
Who would have thought modeling through the streets of niquia |
With fine lingerie, mmm my friend |
This ain't for you, so get off the track, yeah! |
Flirt mari that you have all the poise |
And don't mind, if you have to |
Flirt mari that you have all the poise |
Don't care (x2) |
The bearing, with that same |
that you wrap and mortify them |
Style by gallons mari, you are the tipa |
Making them sick with a cough with the flu |
No palo palo, no mica |
They like their bottle of champagne |
Invitations to mary, they come and go |
Provocative as flame, never short of plan |
Killing where she comes with her glam |
The girl knows that she meets the requirements |
Always eat a la carte, you're fried |
Condemned, which part where it arrives |
To all the wannabi, giving them a hard time |
Nobody hits her like she hits the mari |
No money, no mary, no party |
Look at her, walking on the catwalk |
Candle, she is pure candle |
Look at her, my my look at how she looks |
tell me if you want more |
Look at her, my my look how she looks |
It is clear that Mari is the one who commands |
Look at her, my my look how she looks |
The court asks for more |
Look at her, my my look how she looks |
Okay! |
It comes natural to her |