More songs by Kidd Voodoo
Description
Producer: Dysbit
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Me sigue si la pasa buscando. Si nos vamo' a fuego.
Ya tú sabe', terminamo' guayando. No busca algo nuevo y no te ponga' celosa.
Si me ven, siempre me tiran la mala. Pa'l meneo que a ella nadie la iguala.
Tú me indica' y nos vamo' de la sala. Porque yo quiero volver a cuando estaba bellaqueándote.
Toda arrebatándote. Pa' qué explicas, mami, si eso ya se te ve.
De lejos lo noté. Que tú quiere' pegarte, bebé. Dale, ponte loca, que sé que te atrevé.
No le cuenta' a nadie dónde e' que te toqué.
Que con esa nota hiciste que me derretí, bebé.
Yo no me olvido a lo que iba, ese corte de diva, el deseo, la suerte, miraste de arriba. Pero en esa perspectiva quedó lo que había, dime si te activa.
Y, mami, tú se te toca, te dejaste.
El panty modélame, chingando que generamo' debate, prrr.
Hasta el suelo baja, rematé, a lo que te enredaste, que de siempre hay que tenermo' un combate. Yo seguí de ti, pero esos ojos me dicen: "Vente".
Baby, tú quiere' que te utilice.
Mami, sola me bendice' y yo no sé por qué te contradices si. . . Me sigue si la pasa buscando. Si nos vamo' a fuego.
Ya tú sabe', terminamo' guayando.
No busca algo nuevo y- Porque yo quiero volver a cuando estaba bellaqueándote. Toda arrebatándote.
Pa' qué explicas, mami, si eso ya se te ve. De lejos lo noté. Que tú quiere' pegarte, bebé.
Dale, ponte loca, que sé que te atrevé. No le cuenta' a nadie dónde e' que te toqué.
Que con esa nota hiciste que me derretí, bebé.
-Tú se te toca, te dejaste. -Ah, sí.
El club La Liga, lo' rompecorazone', this beat.
Pa' lo' sátiro' y pa' la sátira.
El club La Liga, lo' rompecorazone'.
English translation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. She follows me if she's looking for her. If we go to fire.
You know, we ended up cool. Don't look for something new and don't make you jealous.
If they see me, they always tell me bad. Pa'l shake that no one equals her.
You tell me and we'll leave the room. Because I want to go back to when I was cheating on you.
All snatching you away. Why do you explain, mommy, if you already see that.
I noticed it from afar. That you want to hit you, baby. Come on, get crazy, I know I dared you.
He doesn't tell anyone where I touched you.
That note made me melt, baby.
I don't forget what I was going for, that diva cut, the desire, the luck, you looked from above. But in that perspective what was there remained, tell me if it activates you.
And, mommy, it's your turn, you let yourself.
The panty model for me, damn we generate debate, prrr.
It goes down to the ground, I finished, to which you got tangled, because we always have to have a fight. I followed you, but those eyes tell me: "Come."
Baby, you want me to use you.
Mommy, he just blesses me' and I don't know why you contradict yourself, yes. . . She follows me if she's looking for her. If we go to fire.
You know, we ended up cool.
He's not looking for something new and- Because I want to go back to when I was cheating on you. All snatching you away.
Why do you explain, mommy, if you already see that. I noticed it from afar. That you want to hit you, baby.
Come on, get crazy, I know I dared you. He doesn't tell anyone where I touched you.
That note made me melt, baby.
-It's your turn, you left it. -Oh, yes.
The La Liga club, the 'heartbreaker', this beat.
For the satyr and for the satire.
The La Liga club, the 'heartbreaker'.