More songs by Hamilton
Description
Masterer: Builezz
Masterer: Mosty
Masterer: Mosty
Mixer: Amed
Mixer: Mosty
Masterer: Manuel Palacio "Nolo"
Composer: Leimor Hamilton Solera
Composer: Alejandro Lopez Perez
Composer: Alfredo Carmona Julio
Producer: Derbeat
Producer: Ily Wonder
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mami, tú eres mi punto débil.
Quizás no te contaron cosas buenas de mí.
Por ahí dicen que lo bueno tarde contigo yo lo aprendí. Que menos no es más y mucho más cuando mis ojitos se enfocan en ti.
Y a mí me dices que sin visaje. Y yo te digo, mami, que te relajes.
Que no me importa que en la calle nos craven. Vámonos lejos, tus besos, mi equipaje.
Y tú me dices que sin visaje. Y yo te digo, mami, que te relajes.
Que no me importa que en la calle nos craven. Vámonos lejos, tus besos, mi equipaje.
Ay, ay, ¿qué me hiciste, hiciste? Yo no era así, tú que me diste, diste. Esa mirada tuya me embiste, viste.
Te di mi mundo y pa' que lo pintes, pintes.
Si vieras cómo todo se me acelera cuando yo cojo y te agarro esas caderas.
Lo que estoy viendo no pensé que existiera. Date prisa, yo he buscado la manera. Ay, no hayo.
Vives en mi subconsciente, bailando en mi mente, tenemos algo pendiente. Pero sin, sin visaje.
Y yo te digo, mami, que te relajes. Que no me importa que en la calle nos craven.
Vámonos lejos, tus besos, mi equipaje. Y tú me dices que sin visaje. Y yo te digo, mami, que te relajes.
Que no me importa que en la calle nos craven. Vámonos lejos, tus besos, mi equipaje. Ey.
Ey, yo, yo, yo, sí, sí. Probando y comprobando.
Que por ahí me dicen Y que. . . Jamilson. Genro.
Dímelo, Yere.
English translation
Mommy, you are my weak point.
Maybe they didn't tell you good things about me.
They say that the good thing is late with you, I learned it. Less is not more and much more when my little eyes focus on you.
And you tell me that without a visa. And I tell you, mommy, to relax.
I don't care if they attack us in the street. Let's go away, your kisses, my luggage.
And you tell me that without a visa. And I tell you, mommy, to relax.
I don't care if they attack us in the street. Let's go away, your kisses, my luggage.
Oh, oh, what did you do to me, did you do? I was not like that, you who gave me, you gave. That look of yours attacks me, you see.
I gave you my world and so you could paint it, paint.
If you could see how everything speeds up when I grab and grab those hips.
What I'm seeing I didn't think existed. Hurry up, I've looked for a way. Oh, there isn't.
You live in my subconscious, dancing in my mind, we have something pending. But without, without a visa.
And I tell you, mommy, to relax. I don't care if they attack us in the street.
Let's go away, your kisses, my luggage. And you tell me that without a visa. And I tell you, mommy, to relax.
I don't care if they attack us in the street. Let's go away, your kisses, my luggage. Hey.
Hey, me, me, me, yeah, yeah. Testing and checking.
What do they tell me? So what. . . Jamilson. Genro.
Tell me, Yere.