Bad Bunny – BATICANO (English Translation) Lyrics

Maybe my music isn’t healthy
But I didn’t invent s*x or mar*juana
Where are the horny women? Raise your hand
One more dance and we’re going to the Vatican
Call your mom to ask for her hand

I was in hell when I found myself with a she-devil
She was selling her soul and I bought it right away
She was very hot, the friend even hotter, let’s go all three
Let’s go all three, yeah

Where are we? I don’t know, who are you? I don’t know
My God, forgive me because again I sinned
She’s horny, I know it
We’re going to f*ck, I know it
My God, forgive me

The club is lit because I arrived
Who’s the hardest? Everyone knows it’s me
The one who bet against it, by law, he got caught
Connected in PR and in New York, York, York, York
I made this to piss them off
What else am I going to do if I’ve already done everything?
I’ve already done everything yeah
Hector Lavoe in the Fania
Toni Kroos in Germany
The one who taught Harry how to do magic

The hardest in PR, move to Pennsylvania
Don’t get annoyed, no, no, no, don’t get annoyed
I hope you dream of me when you go to bed
I get with the hood girls, I get with the fancy girls
Single mothers just like Lisha
I kiss with Villana, I kiss with Tokischa
The one who doesn’t like it, it’s because he doesn’t f*ck

Where are we? I don’t know, who are you? I don’t know
My God, forgive me because again I sinned
She’s horny, I know it
We’re going to f*ck, I know it
My God, forgive me

Maybe my music isn’t healthy
But I didn’t invent s*x or mar*juana
To hell those who criticize me
We’re making money, and that annoys them

Here everyone fornicates
The waitress and the preacher
Wow, babe, you’re very hot
Send me pics from Young Mika
She has me overthinking
The night got kinky
Three fingers in the p*ssy, in the a*s, the pinky
The bows purple like Tinky Winky

A spanking and I leave her like Po
I give it to her where she pees and where she poops
God is watching you, God is listening to you
That’s what we’re teaching our children
To believe in God, you don’t have to be a minister
No man on Earth has the right to judge in the name of Christ
I know that He doesn’t care about how I’m dressed today
If tomorrow He comes, He might catch me at the club

And if He sees everything, I know that He has seen me
Very drunk in the VIP
He knows from memory the ones that I’ve screwed
If I told you I love you, my love
Again I lied to you
Again I lied to you
Again I lied to you

Where are we? I don’t know, who are you? I don’t know
My God, forgive me because again I sinned
She’s horny, I know it
We’re going to f*ck, I know it
My God, forgive me
Perhaps my music isn’t