More songs by Julianno Sosa
More songs by David Marley
Description
Master: Antonio Narvaez
Composer: Alejandro Gonzalo Naranjo.
Composer: César Alejandro Poso.
Composer: Giuliano Sosa
Composer: David Marley
Lyrics and translation
Original
Enamorarse es un error.
Y si me pides que vuelva a tu casa, no caigo con el Sport.
Baby, hazte un favor -y no me llames más.
-Si no quieres, baby, que regrese a tu casa, a tu cama y te bese.
Ya no quiero esperar, me apetece hacer lo que sabía -otra vez.
-Dicen que tu amor mata, pero no le temo a una gata.
Tanta labia y tú me tienes despacio. Celebraron cuando ese culo nació.
Tan matando con la foto en el gimnasio. Ella es una lady.
Los que te han buscado a ti no te han sabido encontrar. Es que estás muy dura, mami, tú no eres normal.
Me pones rápido como si fuera un adrenalina, pero conmigo tú no vas a poder jugar.
Tú no sabes todavía lo que es bueno. Bandolera, estás pisando mi terreno.
Cuando quieras repetir de nuevo, no me vengas con excusas o tu veneno. Oh, no.
Se dice en la calle que hablando de amor tú eres la matadora.
Y ya lo dijo mi mai, si no des tu sangre por una mujer, no se llora.
Hace tiempo no miro la hora. Yo te puedo dar todo, bebé, pero solamente si tú me colaboras.
Y la nena se me tira más todavía, se me pega y no me quiere soltar.
Se comenta de ti que eres mala y lejos de asustarme, a mí me gusta más. Me da igual si. . .
Dicen que tu amor mata, pero no le temo a una gata.
Tanta labia y tú me tienes despacio. Celebraron cuando ese culo nació.
Tan matando con la foto en el gimnasio. Ella es una lady.
Compañía con Chile en la zona. Sosa Mafia con el Marley, con Alvaro. Plo, plo, plo.
Dicen que tu. . .
Dicen, dicen que tu. . .
Dicen que tu. . .
Dicen, dicen.
English translation
Falling in love is a mistake.
And if you ask me to come back to your house, I won't go for the Sport.
Baby, do yourself a favor - and don't call me anymore.
-If you don't want me, baby, let me come back to your house, to your bed and kiss you.
I don't want to wait anymore, I feel like doing what I knew - again.
-They say your love kills, but I'm not afraid of a cat.
So much talk and you have me slow. They celebrated when that ass was born.
So killing with the photo in the gym. She is a lady.
Those who have looked for you have not been able to find you. You're very hard, mommy, you're not normal.
You make me fast as if it were an adrenaline rush, but you won't be able to play with me.
You still don't know what is good. Bandolera, you're treading on my land.
When you want to repeat again, don't come to me with excuses or your poison. Oh no.
It is said on the street that when talking about love you are the killer.
And my mai already said it, if you don't give your blood for a woman, you won't cry.
I haven't looked at the time in a while. I can give you everything, baby, but only if you help me.
And the girl clings to me even more, she clings to me and doesn't want to let me go.
People say that you are bad and far from scaring me, I like it better. I don't care if. . .
They say your love kills, but I'm not afraid of a cat.
So much talk and you have me slow. They celebrated when that ass was born.
So killing with the photo in the gym. She is a lady.
Company with Chile in the area. Sosa Mafia with Marley, with Alvaro. Plo, plo, plo.
They say that you . .
They say, they say that you. . .
They say that you . .
They say, they say.