Fuerza Regida POLVOS DE CHANEL Lyrics English Translation

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"Polvos de Chanel" by Fuerza Regida featuring Chuy Montana is a Mexican song that tells the story of a young man who indulges in a luxurious lifestyle. The lyrics depict him buying expensive Chanel clothing and enjoying the company of well-behaved girls. He is always ready for any situation and encounters a good friend who is involved in illegal activities. The song also mentions the artist's admiration for his father, who listened to corridos, a popular Mexican music genre. The lyrics further describe the protagonist's involvement in the mafia and his desire for protection, symbolized by his girlfriend wearing necklaces. The song portrays a mix of wealth, danger, and a carefree attitude towards life.

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I bought all the cool Chanel clothes

Pineapple powder, only good girls

Always ready for what needs to be done

I meet up with the good ones here

The seventh floor in the HK

Pure high-class girls

I get happy, always alert

I listen to corridos just like my dad

The kid turned into a mafia, and let it be what God wants

Hell yeah, old man

Compa Chuy Montana

And may La Mafia keep dominating, my buddy

Fuerza Regida, old man

And in the mountains, I go for a ride with my blonde girl

She put on the necklaces, they will protect us

Under the seat, I carry an AK

Only a little box will jump

Blue leathers come from LA

At the Lucerna, I grabbed the presidential

I get happy, always alert

I listen to corridos just like my dad

The kid turned into a mafia

And let it be what God wants

And put on the necklaces, baby

So they can protect us

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