Nena Guzman — Las Plebes del Masserati song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Las Plebes del Masserati" by Nena Guzman.
Lyrics
Ya agarraron la trescientos
Vamos a ver quien las para
En la vereda las vieron
Pero nunca las alcanzan
Con el turbo bien cargado
Pasaron quemando llanta
Por el malecón las vieron
Echándose a policíacas
Son dos plebes aventadas
Que asta parecen barbies
Son muy aceleradas
Las Plebes del Maserati
Para Combinar con el Carro
Se Pintan Los Labios Rojos
Si las Para algún reten
Nomas le sierran el ojo
No ocupan de charola
Porque todos las conocen
Son dos plebes desmadrosas
Que siempre viven de noche
Los hombres se quedan viendo
Todos con la boca abierta
Las plebes lo asen adrede
Pasan a vuelta de rueda
La belleza es su charola
Y sus armas los billetes
No son fresas ni buchonas
Son dos Divas Sinaloenses
De flores les llegan kilos
Y regalos toneladas
Varios Le asen la lucha
Porque quieren conquistarlas
Esas caritas lindas
No se impresionan fácil
Tu ya vas ya vienen
Las Plebes Del Maserati
Y estas Plebes están pesadas, tenían que ser de del records
Por La Baja De Ensenada
Van Mirado el Maserati
Por la revul de Tijuana
Y una Vez en Mexicali
Por San Luis y por Peñasco
Reinas de la Finiquera
Puede andar en California
Culiacan y asta en la perla
Por la 15 a masatlan
Para curarnos la maliya
Después de un aguachile
Estamos listas pa' seguirle
En el malecón Son Vistas
Saludando a Sus Amigos
Tambien son muy activas
Viernes sabado y domingo
En los antros en las islas
He en el bulevar sinaloa
De carro a carro se gritan
Mientras suena la tambora
Paran trafico en la caye
Y se arma la parranda
Con puro buchanas master
Es la moda en la plebeada
Un regalo pa' las niñas
Evidente un deportivo
Herencia y padrino
Desde Italia lo han traído
En menos de seis segundos
Ya levantan los doscientos
Son las reinas del mundo
Y fierro por la trescientos
No tienen competencia
Pos son fieras pal volante
Pa las carreras tremendas
Las plebes del Maserati
Lyrics translation
They got the three hundred.
Let's see who stops them
On the sidewalk they saw them
But they never catch up
With the turbo charged well
They spent burning tire
They saw them on the embankment.
Throwing herself at cops
They're two commoners.
That asta look like barbies
They're very fast
The plebs of the Maserati
To match with the cart
Red Lips Painted
If the For some challenge
They saw his eye.
Do not occupy charola
Because everyone knows them
They're two wild plebs.
Who always live at night
Men stay watching
Everyone with their mouths open
The plebs take it on purpose
They go round the wheel
Beauty is your charola
And their weapons the bills
They're not strawberries or buns.
They are two Divas from Sinaloa
Of flowers they get kilos
And gifts tons
Several grab the fight
Because they want to conquer them
Those cute little faces
Do not impress easy
You're going, they're coming.
The Plebs Of The Maserati
And these plebs are heavy, they had to be from del records
By The Baja De Ensenada
Van looked at the Maserati
By revul of Tijuana
And once in Mexicali
For San Luis and for Peñasco
Queens Of The Finiquera
Can walk in California
Culiacan and asta in the Pearl
On the 15th to masatlan
To cure maliya
After an aguachile
We're ready to follow you.
On the embankment are views
Greeting your friends
They are also very active
Friday Saturday and Sunday
In the Dens on the islands
He on Sinaloa Boulevard
From car to car they scream
While the tambourine sounds
Stop traffic in the caye
And the parranda is armed
With pure buchanas master
It is the fashion in the commoner
A gift for girls
Obvious a sporty
Inheritance and godfather
They brought it from Italy.
In less than six seconds
They've already raised the two hundred
They are the Queens of the world
And iron by the three hundred
They have no competition
Pos are flying pal beasts
Pa the tremendous races
The plebs of the Maserati