Testo Gata - Central Cee
Testo della canzone Gata (Central Cee), tratta dall'album CAN'T RUSH GREATNESS
Vida pública, los viaje' en privado
Mala mía que no he contesta'o
Una pa' pasar la vida, la otra el rato
Mucha' gata', gata' a fogata, toa' las prenda' y la plata
No es crecía', es que ahora estamo' conectao' (hm)
Is it me or the GBP? I don't know if she really wants Cee for Cee
It could be the GIAs or the G5 plane, I don't know what the reason be
When we step in the field, you can tell we ain't scared
No security guard, we was three-man deep
My old clients are proud of the kid, they remember me sellin' -, uh
I like regular girls, we f- in her parents' house
She's surprised I remember it well
'Cause I've been all over the world and back, get a bag and a pair of them heels
Balenci' bag with the mirror attached so she can stare at herself, alright
The seats go all the way back in the Maybach, put your feet up and enjoy the ride
I was gonna book her a Uber until she said that she's living in Croydon side, uh
I'm avoidin' the hype, huh
She do -Fans, if she f- with man, then her sales gon' spike
I ain't gotta give her the PIN to my Amex
You can take it and just tap it
The way that she shake it, it's a talent, uh
Same-day laundry service 'cause she got makeup on my jacket
I lived in the hood with the -, now my neighbour is a Karen, huh
Got A-listers, but I don't discriminate, I got one workin' in retail
I can't keep up with my Gen Z ting, first it was TikTok, now she on BeReal
Brown skin, but she lives in Surrey, she whitewash, it ain't three nil
Back then, I would take her to Nando's, fill up the water cup with the refill
Now it's Beverly Hills in Mr. Chow or Mayfair in Park Chinois
I feel like a snob when I'm givin' the keys to the valet and tell him to park the car, uh
I'm a dog, I'm starvin' hungry, tell the waiter, "Bring the starters fast", uh, alright
Vida pública, los viaje' en privado
Mala mía que no he contesta'o
Una pa' pasar la vida, la otra el rato
Mucha' gata', gata' a fogata, toa' las prenda' y la plata
No es crecía', es que ahora estamo' conectao' (ey)
Desde el calentón, el 806, solo ha cambia'o el salario
Esto no es por moda y tampoco es el clout, hacemo' lo que sea necesario
Todavía estoy loading, sin apretar, ya los que callamo' fueron varios
Ahora en París Fashion Week, la torre se ve desde el cuarto
Blinda'o el SUV, humo cherry, par de baguettes en el caption
Si la veo desde la tarima y me gusta, la trepo pa' ver su reaction
Se la vive conmigo acá arriba, ver cómo la miran le da satisfaction
Ey, si el party está bueno, yeah, I don't wanna leave
Afuera está el Whip Jet blanco, push start, ahora no tiene keys
Van par de día' que no duermo, ¿cuál es el cuarto? No me acuerdo
Solo sé que es el piso má' alto, ahí es que las parto y luego me pierdo
Deuces, deuces, no quiero tu número, I won't use it
Yo te hablo claro, no excuses, dime cómo prefiere' las luce'
Pide to' lo que quiera', mi reina, me encanta cuando te me luce'
Pero no te enamore' if I treat you right 'cause baby there's eight other muses
Vida pública, los viaje' en privado
Mala mía que no he contesta'o
Una pa' pasar la vida, la otra el rato
Mucha' gata', gata' a fogata, toa' las prenda' y la plata
No es crecía', es que ahora estamo' conectao'
Credits
Writer(s): Francisco Rios, Alberto Carlos Melendez, Emmanuel Abiola Isong, Abner Jose Cordero Boria, Oakley Neil H Caesar Su, Diego Amaury Lopez, Maria Victoria Ramirez De Arellano Cardona, Mariana Beatriz Lopez Crespo
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