TELEFONO NUEVO (part. Luar La L) Bad Bunny (English Translation) Lyrics

I see myself happy, but only in old photos
God hears me and says: Wow, why does this guy complain so much?
So many achievements that sometimes aren’t even celebrated
If I smoke, I become paranoid, my mind never clears up, ha

My body is free and my heart is behind bars
People see a goat and I am another sheep
I’m just another sheep, hey

So don’t bother me if I don’t bother you
I don’t answer calls or text messages
Fame, haha, I detest it
I swear, I didn’t want this

So don’t bother me if I don’t bother you
I don’t answer calls or text messages
Only to God when I go to bed
And He told me that nobody’s perfect, ha

But well, that’s how it was
Bad Bunny is in another place, that guy left
I’m changing my number, we’ll talk later—

(The number you have dialed has been changed)
What?
(The new number) three letters
Hello (the new number)
Hey, who’s throwing shots at me? (Who is it?)
Go ahead, tell them to save my number there (write it down, write it down)
This 787, without fear you can say whatever you want, asshole
I’m the toughest (what?)

Like Kobe in the Square Garden
I score 61, amen, may God save you
They got scared, what happened? Now they’re burning?
I was going to sign for five, but they were too late
Now I want twenty, in fact, make it thirty
This seems like a checkpoint, here the sales don’t stop
This flow is worth a kilo of Fenta
If I pass by quickly and you’re moving slow

I come down with Custom, Benito, with La Paciencia
Don’t test me, asshole, I have no patience
To slap you, it doesn’t bother my conscience
The new one that is worldwide trending

The Rabbit is Messi, I am Mbappé
We are coming out on our escape route
(Hey, L, what are we going to do with all of these assholes?)
Yeah, Bad Bu told me to kill them
And I checkmated them

(Yeah, these people can’t handle the squeeze)
(Let’s get ready for the girls, that’s the plan, Three Letra’)

I spit in your mouth and pull your hair
I bury this thing and take you to heaven
She belongs in a magazine, she has a model’s demeanor
Put down the Moët, she doesn’t drink Modelo

In the private jet, The Lord of the Skies
Driving it, shh, snow falls from the sky
I’m a pervert, I’m not Pablo Coelho
I always please her, she’s in heat

Bring your friends, we’re the stormtroopers
Big booty, doesn’t fit in the Mini Cooper, ha
You know my movie is flawless
We handle the cat the way we handled— (what?)

I dress like a boss, I’m an artist and stylist
To get married, I prefer a Riley
I like stars, the Hollywood kind
Me, Bad Bu, give Kylie Cube’s new number, what?

How much do you want? I’ll give it to you
I’ll cover you, I have hundreds
Go ahead, use me, it’s in your best interest
She’ll be screwed after she comes

Send videos when I’m not around
Playing with toys, screaming for more
Go ahead, mommy, I’ll do whatever you command
Let me know when you’re looking for the baby

How much do you want? I’ll give it to you
I’ll cover you, I have hundreds
Go ahead, use me, it’s in your best interest
She’ll be screwed after she comes

She sends me videos when I’m not around
Playing with toys, screaming for more
A devil, she wants me to burn
She’s crazy for me to give her a baby

Put the track on again, from the beginning, again
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, ha, yes, yes, hey

They see me and walk backward
Michael Jackson, we planted the Thriller
Asshole, I’m stuck, since I dropped Diles
Manny Ramirez
I hit it out of the park and then catch all of them in the fields
I put it in your cat’s mouth, haha, to test her fillings
If she sucks it well, I’ll pay her bills
If she licks my ass, I’ll take her to the dealer
Hey, I’ll take her to the dealer

Mommy, don’t get fooled, I’m not Jay Wheeler
I’ll throw it in your face like concealer, ha
Then I’ll change my number and you won’t find me

Yes, I know, men are trash
In the brothel, go to Balcarce Street
Every Friday is my birthday bash, ha
Girl, put your feet down from the dash
I unzipped to show you, ah
I’ll do it right here in the Catch parking lot, ha, hey

Look at my feet, don’t you like them?
Now I’m a model, the perfect look, hey
In 2024, who the hell uses Psycho Bunny?
This isn’t The Simpsons, asshole, you’re not Fat Tony, dude

You guys are puppets in quotation marks
You have a yacht to party on the shore, ha
And I’m in Tortola and the Antilles
Hey, the Bugatti has more flight hours than miles
Everyone knows it’s me without reading the sign

Fame is my wife, the street is my stage
Be careful, Ja Morant, don’t mess up your knee, hey, ha
Since I was a kid, mom told me to stop messing around
Forgive me, mom, but I’m with Luar La L
And a couple of sluts in hotels, throwing papers in the club, ha
Cocaine for those who sniff, a hit for anyone who tries, hey
Rub yourself, asshole, I know it hurts
You can’t hit a track even with Lele’s notebook, no, hey

Hey, father, you’re screwed, buy some Pampers, hey
Today I want a Taína ready for a gangster
Mommy, shake your booty, until I have a heart attack
And I’ll pay for your education, laser, and implants