More songs by Don Miguelo
Description
Producer: Don Miguelo
Music Publisher: MIGUEL ALEXANDER MOTA LOPEZ
Music Publisher: Don Miguelo
Music Publisher: EMDP PUBLISHING
Composer: Miguel Ángel Valerio Lebrón
Composer: MIGUEL ALEXANDER MOTA LOPEZ
Lyrics and translation
Original
Honestamente no me acuerdo de tu nombre. Un polvito random en los Costa Wonder.
Me brindaron par de tragos en el Conde, y esa mirada que solo maldades esconden. Me hicieron pecar, ¿cómo no?
¿Cómo no me iba a pasar? Si ese culo me empezaba a conquistar.
Hoy lo rompo como cristal. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
No sé dónde es que te escondes, ponte clara cuándo y dónde.
Ni tu número me diste, no sé si me correspondes. Cinco, dos, en rola y pepa, grita cuando no te quepa.
Ese toto no molesta, te siento que me. . . Pecar, ¿cómo no?
¿Cómo no me iba a pasar? Si ese culo me empezaba a conquistar.
Hoy lo rompo como cristal.
¡Ey! Se fue en trance, quiere sexo, no busca romance.
Yo loco por chuparle el implante, una perra fina y elegante.
Abracadabra, se abre la diabla, te voy a hacer mal de mala palabra.
Aliado sucio de una cele agua, caliente, pa' mí que vive en Nagua. Venga, que se le baba, esa cara no me da pa' maldad.
Como curva cerrada, trágate la toalla que eso sirve pa'l trailer de ansiedad.
No, no pare, prende un Gary, llégale al sistema pa' que no me compare.
Parecemos dos anormales, grítame la sucia que te dije que se vale. Pecar, ¿cómo no?
¿Cómo no me iba a pasar? Si ese culo me empezaba a conquistar.
Hoy lo rompo como cristal.
Y en el beat,
Don
Miguel.
English translation
I honestly don't remember your name. A random dust in the Costa Wonder.
They offered me a couple of drinks at the Conde, and that look that only evil hides. They made me sin, how could they not?
How could it not happen to me? If that ass started to conquer me.
Today I break it like glass. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't know where you are hiding, make yourself clear when and where.
You didn't even give me your number, I don't know if you belong to me. Five, two, in roll and pepa, shout when you don't fit.
That thing doesn't bother me, I feel sorry for you. . . Sin, how not?
How could it not happen to me? If that ass started to conquer me.
Today I break it like glass.
Hey! He left in a trance, he wants sex, he is not looking for romance.
I'm crazy about sucking on her implant, a fine and elegant bitch.
Abracadabra, the devil opens up, I'm going to make you ill with a bad word.
Dirty ally of a hot, watery cele, for me who lives in Nagua. Come on, you're drooling, that face doesn't bother me.
As a sharp curve, swallow the towel that serves as a trailer for anxiety.
No, don't stop, turn on a Gary, get to the system so it doesn't compare me.
We look like two abnormals, yell at me for the dirty thing that I told you is worth it. Sin, how not?
How could it not happen to me? If that ass started to conquer me.
Today I break it like glass.
And in the beat,
Don
Michael.