Nena Trampa

From the south of Latin America
Right in Argentina
This feline woman was born who rules
The cubic space of the stage

Blasting the horn
With a killer's voice
Country girl with dangerous ambitions
And a future that’s destined for me

There’s no better term to define me
As the only one capable of bringing you down to ruin
There’s no better term to define me
Your boss, president of fucking Argentina, hey (yeah)

They hate me because I woke the girls up (yeah)
From the streets, I took over, I stopped your boy (ye-ye-yeah)
In my neighborhood, I cruised him in my ride and sped up
I quickly tossed him aside and broke those fools (yeah)

As Tego said
These days I’m a singer because you want me to
I do it for the art, never for the ego
I’m nice, but if you hit me, I hit back

Watch out if you hurt me
I didn’t believe in revenge, but sometimes I do
Everything needs balance and I see myself

In a conflict of interests
And don’t ask me to pray
Because God is a man
And for a man, I won’t break

Verbal vomit, animal instinct
For those who aren’t here
There’s no supremacy that can put a muzzle on me
(Your tricky girl)

It’s not what you said, it’s the connotation
It’s not what you did to me, but the intention
It’s for the money and for the fun
I say what I want because it’s my choice

I learned to make bars from frustration
I use my experience in every song
I’m not afraid of making mistakes
Because better than staying quiet is saying sorry

(Your-your-your tricky girl)

Oh, your tricky girl (oh, your tricky girl, oh, your tricky girl)
Oh, your tricky girl (oh, your tricky girl, oh, your tricky girl)
Oh, your tricky girl (oh, your tricky girl, oh, your tricky girl)
Oh, your tricky girl (oh, your tricky girl, oh, your tricky girl)

(Oh, your girl, oh, your girl, oh, your tricky girl)
(Oh, your girl, oh, your girl)