Mami Cosa [English translation]

Ya Ma

Cash, cash, cash, Chloe cash

Mami Kousa Mami Kousa Mami Kousa (oh)

I complain to who , what Mami Kousa is all about

Mami Kousa Mami Kousa Mami Kousa

I complain to who, what Mami Kousa is all about

Where are the days of the time, where is magnanimity

I can't find the friend I want when I want

It's a wave, all of it, cheek, fashion, Cosa.

I complain to why my circumstances, and I say that we were

We lived and were satisfied

Our dream is tunics, not millions

We are all standing next to each other In nature, they are not illusory

Mami kosa mami kosa (mami kosa)

I complain to Maine, what Mami Kousa is all about

Mami Kousa Mami Kousa Mami Kousa

I complain to Maine, what Mami Kousa is all about

Ride on the pedal if you don't want it to work

You say a fleet driver, and you are your motor as a jazz jazz

From outside the watch and wearing expensive and the belt is obligatory

From the inside of your empty price, say no words

Hear the words of the heroes, you will win

You will grow taller, you will sink

Stay on the principle you'll succeed and reach, oh

Mami kosa mami kosa (mami kosa)

I complain to who, what Mami Kousa is all about

Mami kosa mami mami kosa (mami mami mami)

I complain to who, what Mami Kousa is all about

It's all a championship (still a championship)

People just talk, they don't understand what manhood means

It's all a championship

These people just talk, they don't understand what manhood means

Expensive people, their concern lives in the high

And the souls are exposed, I wish the cloth with my bed

An Arab installment and wear water boots

The sinuses are perforated in orbital appearances

Look when the shirt remains more expensive

Who is in the price

Mami kosa mami kosa (mami kosa)

I complain to who, it's all right, Mami Kusa (Mami Kousa)

Mami Kousa Mami Kousa Mami Kousa

I complain to who, what Mami Kousa is all about

Days of old (oh) where is chivalry (oh)

I can't find the friend I want when I want

She's a wave all over her cheek, Vogue Cosa

I complain to why my circumstances, and I say that we were

We lived and were satisfied

Our dream is tunics, not millions

We are all standing next to each other

In nature, they are not illusory

Mami kosa mami mami kosa (mami mami kosa)

Complain to who Walker Mami Kusa (It's all OK Kusa)

Mami Kousa Mami Kousa Mami Kousa

I complain to Maine, what Mami Kousa is all about

Mami Kousa Mami Kousa Mami Kousa

Mami Mami Mami Mami Mami Kousa

Mami squash mami zucchini (zucchini)

I complain to who, what Mami Kousa is all about

Mami Mami Ma Mami Kousa

Yama mami yama kusa

Mami Mami Mami Kousa

Mami Mami Mami Kousa