business | March 17, 2026

Tiago PZK Salimo De Noche Lyrics English Translation

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The pressure in the neighborhood running

The envy inside the party is overwhelming me

I know it hurts them

That I have the sky under my feet

We go out at night, playing in the cars

The weed is lit

I passed through La Boca

I went to Monte until the next day

Before they didn't answer the call

Now they even offer me alcohol

She with Dolce perfume, dressed at night

She's a bandit

It's 6 AM at the party

Tiago, Trueno have weed

I light up that necessary

Talent from the neighborhood

I feel like Daddy

Let's go on a safari through La Boca

Since we know you only go to the neighborhood for Cabi

Mami, I have the neighborhood

I brought them reggaeton, and the old one

Old school, baby, like Tego Calderón

I feel like Román Riquelme

La Boca is coming to find me, bro

We go out at night, playing in the cars

The weed is lit

I passed through La Boca

I went to Monte until the next day

Before they didn't answer the call

Now they even offer me alcohol

She with Dolce perfume, dressed at night

She's a bandit

She makes me feel like Tupac Shakur

Baby, you for the Jacuzzi

She's different, she doesn't like me because of my music

Let's go to the hideout, you calm down

Nothing will happen to you if you're with the killers

I'm with the T-R-U, earthquake for your ass

I gather the best players from the club

Big One, Tatool, gold and blue

These fucking animals escaped from the zoo

And for those haters who stir things up

I rest them like Téve' doing the chicken dance

We're dropping bombs, stop, we're not terrorists

Excuse me, miss, if you want

We go out at night, playing in the cars

The weed is lit

I passed through La Boca

I went to Monte until the next day

Before they didn't answer the call

Now they even offer me alcohol

She with Dolce perfume, dressed at night

She's a bandit

Before they didn't answer the call

Now they even offer me alcohol

She with Dolce perfume, dressed at night

She's a bandit

This party

And Argentina is in the house, ma-mai

It's the Gotti A with the Trueno, pai

What is there?

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