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Description
The night smells of leather from Retro 11 sneakers and Dolce – such a simple yet slightly theatrical combination. Passersby in familiar areas cast glances, as if on schedule: one wave and it's already known who's available. Each appearance is like a mini-performance: it's as if the outfit was specifically chosen for a short, director-less scene. There are no promises for tomorrow here, only the shimmering interior of a Mercedes, whispers in the DMs, and the feeling that everything is happening under the rule of "no witnesses." A one-night stand is like an addiction: kisses that make her lose her mind and a body that people pray for. Problems are an accessory: boldly and to the point, without unnecessary explanations. A light irony towards one's own role: not a hero of happiness, but an emergency solution at the right moment. Gangster boldness, hidden tenderness, and the realisation that love has nothing to do with it - just a sharp, close moment. In this rhythm, the night seems more honest than promises.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Viene caliente la, viene caliente la casa.
Caliente la casa.
Caliente.
Salgo pa' la calle, me enganché la retro once.
En todos los barrios me conocen, mmm. Gotizado huelo a Dolce.
Paso a recogerte por la noche. Soy el polvo perfecto, aunque no soy el nene correcto.
Mándame un mensaje al directo, pero, bebé, yo no te prometo na'.
Ma-ma-mami es que estás buena.
Eres una atrevida, en la noche a escondidas, puesta pal' problema.
Y si los feos se tiran, que tiren sin miedo, tú naciste bandida.
Vie-viene caliente la casa, ya me lo habías dicho por WhatsApp.
Yo le voy a dar wasa wasa, mmm. Ese culo es una amenaza, la baby lo prende y lo pasa.
Ca-ca-calladito pa' que nadie se entere. No quieres flores ni gente que coopere.
Baby, yo sé lo que quieres, hacerlo otra vez en el asiento del Mercedes.
No, no colaboras con los feos, pero conmigo sí. Si te pasa algo, llama y le caigo.
No soy el hombre que te hace feliz, pero cuando estoy ahí, yo sé que sientes algo.
Solo nos vemos pa' sexo, estoy adicto a tus besos.
No importa que hable la gente, yo aseguro el arresto.
Solo nos vemos pa' sexo, estoy adicto a tus besos.
No importa que hable la gente, yo aseguro el arresto.
Sa-salgo pa' la calle, me enganché la retro once.
En todos los barrios me conocen, mmm. Gotizado huelo a Dolce.
Paso a recogerte por la noche.
Soy el polvo perfecto, aunque no soy el nene correcto. Mándame un mensaje al directo, pero, bebé, yo no te prometo na'.
Ma-ma-mami es que estás buena.
Eres una atrevida, en la noche a escondidas, puesta pal' problema.
Y si los feos se tiran, que tiren sin miedo, tú naciste bandida.
Es el nene de la forty.
Solo gallos con los gallos, ¿oíste?
Nos tenemos de pollito. Dime, Mike. De la calle.
Mmm, mmm, oh, oh. Mike de la calle, ma.
Con el Cami, yeah.
Dika Soul, poniendo a esta gente a mover la cabeza, hermano.
Viene caliente la, viene caliente la casa
English translation
The house is coming hot, the house is coming hot.
Warm the house.
Hot.
I go out into the street, I got hooked on retro eleven.
They know me in all the neighborhoods, mmm. Gotty smell of Dolce.
I'll pick you up at night. I'm the perfect fuck, although I'm not the right baby.
Send me a direct message, but, baby, I don't promise you anything.
Mo-ma-mommy, you're hot.
You are daring, secretly at night, ready for trouble.
And if the ugly ones jump, let them jump without fear, you were born a bandit.
Fri-the house is hot, you had already told me on WhatsApp.
I'm going to give him wasa wasa, mmm. That ass is a threat, the baby turns it on and passes it on.
Ca-ca-quiet so that no one finds out. You don't want flowers or people who cooperate.
Baby, I know what you want, do it again in the seat of the Mercedes.
No, you don't collaborate with the ugly, but you do with me. If something happens to you, call and I'll drop it.
I'm not the man who makes you happy, but when I'm there, I know you feel something.
We only meet for sex, I'm addicted to your kisses.
No matter what people talk, I ensure arrest.
We only meet for sex, I'm addicted to your kisses.
No matter what people talk, I ensure arrest.
I-I'm going out into the street, I got hooked on retro eleven.
They know me in all the neighborhoods, mmm. Gotty smell of Dolce.
I'll pick you up at night.
I'm the perfect fuck, although I'm not the right baby. Send me a direct message, but, baby, I don't promise you anything.
Mo-ma-mommy, you're hot.
You are daring, secretly at night, ready for trouble.
And if the ugly ones jump, let them jump without fear, you were born a bandit.
He is the baby of the forty.
Just roosters with roosters, you hear?
We have each other as chicks. Tell me, Mike. Street.
Mmm, mmm, oh, oh. Mike from the street, ma.
With the Cami, yeah.
Dika Soul, making these people shake their heads, brother.
The house is coming hot, the house is coming hot