Description
Producer: Cardellino
Mixing Engineer: Bruno Serra
Lyricist, Music Arranger: Javier Cardellino
Music Arranger: Octavio Benjamin Rampoldi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ey.
Pega como Miyagi, moja' como tsunami, en braille Murakami, ese booty to' pa' mí.
Gime como Bugatti, fina con curvas latin, su mente siempre en adi, ese booty to' pa' mí, to' pa' mí.
No aguantamo' las ganas y empezamo' en el lobby, hacer el venir es mi hobby, se vuela como drone.
Working, working como Horry, la boca al saltar como en body, siempre calentita como Bali y dura en el canvas, Jones, Jones.
Desliza como hielo, invierno en Moscú, chorreando y sin cubierto como un baboo, ah.
A tempo como un tango en marabú, brinda el rojo en tus labios, pero no. Pega como
Miyagi, moja' como tsunami, en braille Murakami, ese booty to' pa' mí.
Gime como Bugatti, fina con curvas latin, su mente siempre en adi, ese booty to' pa' mí, to' pa' mí. To' pa' mí.
Contigo no preciso dopamina, partiendo las nubes, zeppelin. Te cambio los planes, Diego a Putin. No hicimos, lo hicimos un coliseo.
Te como to' arriba like maple syrup. Se le parte como si fuese serum.
Se traga mi psico, bad babysitter, city pon aside.
Pega como Miyagi, moja' como tsunami, en braille Murakami, ese booty to' pa' mí.
Gime como Bugatti, fina con curvas latin, su mente siempre en adi, ese booty to' pa' mí, to' pa' mí.
English translation
Hey.
It hits like Miyagi, it wets like a tsunami, in braille Murakami, that booty to' for me.
She moans like Bugatti, fine with Latin curves, her mind always on adi, that booty all for me, all for me.
We couldn't wait and started in the lobby, flying is my hobby, it flies like a drone.
Working, working like Horry, the mouth when jumping like a bodysuit, always warm like Bali and hard on the canvas, Jones, Jones.
It slides like ice, winter in Moscow, dripping and without cover like a baboo, ah.
At tempo like a marabou tango, it brings red to your lips, but no. Paste as
Miyagi, wet like a tsunami, in braille Murakami, that booty for me.
She moans like Bugatti, fine with Latin curves, her mind always on adi, that booty all for me, all for me. All for me.
With you I don't need dopamine, parting the clouds, zeppelin. I change your plans, Diego to Putin. We didn't make it, we made it a coliseum.
I eat everything above like maple syrup. It splits like serum.
He swallows my psycho, bad babysitter, city put aside.
It hits like Miyagi, it wets like a tsunami, in braille Murakami, that booty to' for me.
She moans like Bugatti, fine with Latin curves, her mind always on adi, that booty all for me, all for me.