Becky G - MARATHON (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Becky G - MARATHON (en) Lyrics
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¿Quién es esa en el runway?
Mamacita tan sexy
Chiquitita con heels on, wanna
see me rock to the rhythm
Pulling off ese Maybelline, who gon'
strut for the world to see?
Who gon' get disrespectful? You
gon' stomp on the table
Quieren humo 'e mi hookah (Hookah),
ser el oro en mi nuca (Nuca)
Head to toe in some new, new,
badass bitch in some Miu Miu
Me robó su atención (–tención), ¿de
dónde you come from? (Come from)
Mexicana, bom-bom (Dale), estas
perras no pueden seguirme
este maratón (Prr, ah)
These bitches could never keep
up with the marathon
You running laps on them
Nike run up on them
You run the track on them (Workout)
You balling up on them (Workout)
You wipe your nose with them (Workout)
They ain't got shit to say
You bustin' up on them
You flexin' up on them 'cause they got a problem,
you stuntin' and flexin', you steppin' correct
'cause they jelly (Flex on them, they jelly)
Can't run a mile in your
They can't run a mile in your shoes,
and they, and they jelly
You flexin' up on them, you causin' destruction,
you take the whole pie knowin' they can't do nothin',
they jelly (Flex on them, they jelly)
These bitches could never
keep up with a
Fiesta loca
A mí me provoca
They wanna move like me,
they wanna step like me
I told that bitch catch up,
I told 'em take a knee
Thank God I'm still prayed up,
got crosses on my jeans
Never backed down, never gave
up, I am the lottery
Talk is cheap, so, boy, just dead it
Tryna get on top of me
Run up, I'ma keep him sweating
Camera, keep the lights on
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!