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
