More songs by Gabito Ballesteros
More songs by J Balvin
Description
Writer: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
Writer: José Álvaro Osorio Balvin
Writer, Producer: Édgar Barrera
Writer: Kevyn Mauricio Cruz
Writer: Luis Miguel Gómez Castaño
Producer: KEYTIN
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Let's go.
2 AM, en la BM y tú tirándome al DM, y que con ganas de verme hoy no se duerme.
La noche está como pa' terminar haciéndote un hijo e' la troca. Cuando toca, toca.
El motel está a una hora y media, tú ya estás bien loca.
Por ahí andan los polis, tocó hacerlo con ropa. Nadie te mandó a hacerme cositas con la boca.
Haciéndote un hijo 'e la troca, porque no había de otra.
Motel está a una hora y media, tú ya estás bien loca. Por ahí andan los polis, tocó hacerlo con ropa.
Nadie te mandó a hacerme cositas con la boca.
Nadie te mandó que me pusieras la mano en el pantalón, le quitas el botón y de un solo calor, a la wheel de un jalón, con los ojos en Japón y -terminó tu cara en mi cadena, normal.
-Por tu culpa casi me estrello, por pasar tu lengua en mi cuello, me parqueé y terminamo' aquello, ey.
Mi mano agarró tu cabello, una cosa llevó a la otra y terminamo' haciendo lo bello.
Nos tiramos pa' atrás, las ventanas empañá', polarizao', de afuera no se ve na'.
A la nota le metimo' árabes con Seven Up. Acto seguido terminé. . .
Haciéndote un hijo 'e la troca, cuando toca, toca.
Motel está a una hora y media, tú ya estás bien loca. Por ahí andan los polis, tocó hacerlo con ropa.
Nadie te -mandó a hacerme cositas con la boca.
-Haciéndote un hijo e' la troca, porque no había de otra. Motel está a una hora y media, tú ya estás bien loca.
Por ahí andan los polis, tocó hacerlo con ropa.
Nadie te mandó a hacerme cositas con la boca. Gabito. México, carnal.
J Balvin, man. Ja. Nino ganguer. México ganguer.
Medallo ganguer. Let's go. Yeah.
Ja.
Pa' la disco. Dale, DJ.
Let's go, let's go.
English translation
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh.
Let's go.
2 AM, in the BM and you fucking me in the DM, and you can't sleep wanting to see me today.
The night is like to end up making you a son in the truck. When it's time, it's time.
The motel is an hour and a half away, you're already crazy.
The cops are out there, they had to do it with clothes. Nobody told you to do things to me with your mouth.
Making you a son of the truck, because there was no other way.
Motel is an hour and a half away, you're already crazy. The cops are out there, they had to do it with clothes.
Nobody told you to do things to me with your mouth.
Nobody told you to put your hand on my pants, you remove the button and with a single push, you pull the wheel, with your eyes on Japan and - your face ended up on my chain, normal.
-Because of you I almost crashed, for running your tongue on my neck, I parked and we finished that, hey.
My hand grabbed your hair, one thing led to another and we ended up doing something beautiful.
We threw ourselves back, the windows fogged up, polarized, we couldn't see anything from the outside.
I added Arabs to the note with Seven Up. Then I finished. . .
Making yourself a son of the truck, when it's time, it's time.
Motel is an hour and a half away, you're already crazy. The cops are out there, they had to do it with clothes.
Nobody told you to do things to me with your mouth.
-Making a son is the barter, because there was no other way. Motel is an hour and a half away, you're already crazy.
The cops are out there, they had to do it with clothes.
Nobody told you to do things to me with your mouth. Gabito. Mexico, carnal.
J Balvin, man. Ha. Nino ganguer. Ganguer Mexico.
Ganguer medal. Let's go. Yeah.
Ha.
For the disco. Come on, DJ.
Let's go, let's go.