Don Dimadon Lyrics English Translation – Remp

With the terrorists’, -ta’, -ta’, -ta’, -ta’, -ta’
With—, -ta’, -ta’, -ris—
-ta’, -ta’, -ta’, -ta’, -ta’, -ta’
With terrorist’

Little white rose, little white rose
Oh, I feel it go down my throat
Pure Diorcita they see me and Moncler
Perfume is what attracts your woman
Thundering leagues, weapons and Moëts
They take care of me like civilians, they just don’t see them
Don Dimadon and also Timmy Turner
Because I bring godparents who are the ones who bring the cones
I love that one, she is a maiden, she smokes pure indoor
Christian Dior pantyhose
I put it on all fours and thanked God
I thanked God (God, God, God, God)
Equis, we are kids (God, God, God, God)
Equis, we are kids (God, God, God, God)

(With terrorists)
As terrorists we walk in convoys
If it is a job, equipped with the Barrettzón
On the face a hood, vests and a helmet
Well sponsored at the order of the gift

Don Dimadon, let it sound like a bullfight
In the mountains let the sound reverberate
I’m happy, they see me in armored vehicles or sometimes toasting
Of those little bottles that all the cats boast about
I spend the green ones, I easily earn them
Uncover the Doradas, up with the Zambadas
Up with the Zambadas (Óscar Maydon)
Don Dimadon, let it sound like a bullfight
In the mountains let the sound reverberate
I’m happy, they see me in the armored vehicles, sometimes toasting
Of those little bottles that all the cats boast about
I spend the green ones, I easily earn them
Uncover the Doradas, up with the Zambadas
Up with the Zambadas (With the terrorists)

I’m hitting it in the city because it’s the norm here.
Like Cosmo I move green and Wanda pink
Her buttocks bounce when she gets crazy
She gets upset with the bike when she rides my cock
Chains with Gucci cut, Cuban that I grab
Urus Lamborghini, new toys buying
My clique moves in caravans and Suzuki
I bring very good powder, pure chucky cajeta
A ZaZa for the route if I get pulled into a dune
Pure J, make her rich, hush molasses fortune
They see me well equipped, always all messed up
I ate some Polka Dots to look very blurry
Tra-tra-tra-tas, I always want more
They pull each other in private, pull each other back here
Tra-tra-tra-tas, I’m in generating mode
I spend the bales with Barbies from Mazatlán

Don Dimadon, let it sound like a bullfight
In the mountains let the sound reverberate
I’m happy, they see me in the armored vehicles, sometimes toasting
One of those little bottles that cats boast about

With the government pending, the land is hot
They wanted to comb my hair, but I broke it off
Demon in the media, with them they see me
And oh, oh, they saw them there
They come dressed up, they look like soldiers
And oh, oh, they saw them pass
In shame throughout the capital

And she wants pink, she goes Barbie mode
With her shopping bandits she leaves in an Audi
She tells me I’m crazy and I answer: “Maybe”
Because I can’t decide and I always bring my two babies

Don Dimadon, let it sound like a bullfight
In the mountains let the sound reverberate
I’m happy, they see me in the armored vehicles, sometimes toasting
Of those little bottles that all the cats boast about
What do all the cats boast about?

And his friend Oscar Maydon (With the terrorists)
And rich or dead, old man, oh!
Ó-Ó-Ó-Óscar Maydon