More songs by Hamilton
Description
Masterer: Builezz
Masterer: Mosty
Masterer: Mosty
Mixer: Amed
Mixer: Mosty
Masterer: Manuel Palacio "Nolo"
Composer: Leimor Hamilton Solera
Producer: Marvin Hawkins Rodríguez
Producer: Mateo Lever Arrieta
Lyrics and translation
Original
Estoy pa'l
Jam City, desde Amiri, pensando en ti, ey, oh.
Y he prendido un philly pa' calmar lo que tengo aquí, ey, oh.
Esperando que se te salga, mami, que tú salgas y que todo te valga, eh. Que en tu cuerpo se escuchen palmas, si tocas Las
Palmas, que la noche es larga, ey, eh.
Mami, tú y yo en el cuarto, ven, vamo' a matarno' uno a uno.
Que, que-quiero que se dé, en el cuarto, ven, tú ven, no más do-do-dos.
Mami, tú y yo en el cuarto, ven, vamo' a matarno'.
Que, que-quiero que se dé, en el cuarto, ven, tú ven, no más do-do-dos.
Tengo la me' en el barrio, en el Porsche Pa' hacer esa to' ya paso por ti, ey.
Tengo la nieve en los pies, pipí veja en los dientes, cuando tú me veas te vas a partir, eh. Rapidito que no quiero que nadie me vea.
Mucho flash, Afro Rotta en la carretera. Y las baby to' listas, solas, se ven, se ven, se ven.
Mami, tú y yo en el cuarto, ven, vamo' a matarno' uno a uno.
Que, que-quiero que se dé, en el cuarto, ven, tú ven, no más do-do-dos.
Mami, tú y yo en el cuarto, ven, vamo' a matarno'. Que, que-quiero que se dé, en el cuarto, ven, tú ven, no más do-do-dos.
Estoy pa'l Jam City, desde Amiri, pensando en ti, ey, oh.
Y he prendido un philly pa' calmar lo que tengo aquí, ey, oh.
Esperando que se te salga, mami, que tú salgas y que todo te valga, eh. Que en tu cuerpo se escuchen palmas, si tocas Las
Palmas, que la noche es larga, ey.
Ey, yao, yao, yao, sí, sí. Y por ahí me dicen Nike.
El Afro Rotta. Hamilton. Dímelo, DJ Mag.
-Dímelo, Gage. The Music Front Company. -Ocho Black, el manifiesto del buen vivir.
Mami, tú y yo, yo, yo. Tú y yo, yo, yo. Tú y yo, yo, yo.
English translation
I'm for him
Jam City, from Amiri, thinking of you, hey, oh.
And I have turned on a philly to calm what I have here, hey, oh.
Waiting for it to come out, mommy, for you to come out and for everything to work out for you, huh. May palms be heard in your body, if you touch Las
Palms, the night is long, hey, hey.
Mommy, you and me in the room, come, let's kill each other one by one.
What, what-I want it to happen, in the room, come, you come, no more do-do-two.
Mommy, you and me in the room, come, let's go kill each other.
What, what-I want it to happen, in the room, come, you come, no more do-do-two.
I've got it in the neighborhood, in the Porsche To do that thing, I'll stop by you, hey.
I have snow on my feet, wee pee in my teeth, when you see me you're going to leave, huh. Quickly, I don't want anyone to see me.
Lots of flash, Afro Rotta on the road. And the babies are ready, alone, they look, they look, they look.
Mommy, you and me in the room, come, let's kill each other one by one.
What, what-I want it to happen, in the room, come, you come, no more do-do-two.
Mommy, you and me in the room, come, let's go kill each other. What, what-I want it to happen, in the room, come, you come, no more do-do-two.
I'm for Jam City, from Amiri, thinking about you, hey, oh.
And I have turned on a philly to calm what I have here, hey, oh.
Waiting for it to come out, mommy, for you to come out and for everything to work out for you, huh. May palms be heard in your body, if you touch Las
Palms, the night is long, hey.
Hey, yao, yao, yao, yes, yes. And that's why they call me Nike.
The Afro Rotta. Hamilton. Tell me, DJ Mag.
-Tell me, Gage. The Music Front Company. -Ocho Black, the manifesto of good living.
Mommy, you and me, me, me. You and me, me, me. You and me, me, me.