More songs by Randy Nota Loca
More songs by Dei V
Description
Producer: PLAYBACK
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Fernando "Nando Beatz" Pedreira
Recording Engineer: Randy Ortiz Avecedo
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyrics and translation
Original
Todos los días paso pensando cómo sería yo quitándote tu falda, ma, la noche es larga.
Dios te bendiga, pa ti no hay liga, es que tú me obligas a pecar jugando tus cartas, marrallo te parta.
Mami, no me dejes así, hace tiempo que tu totito me hace falta, de mi bicho hazte jarta.
Ya la cama se volvió un ring por todas las veces que me pides que te parta, mami, que te parta.
Si no te lo estoy metiendo yo me pongo insólito, ah. A veces tú me pones a pensar en amor y todo.
Le gusta hacerlo discreta, incógnito.
Contenido explícito, un pacto simbólico, yeah.
Blackout, blackout, en la cama un knockout, knockout. Mami, por ese culo yo le llego a poca'o, poca'o.
Es que no soy ma' mío, si eres sofoca'o, foca'o. En ti estoy enfoca'o, foca'o.
Si le tiras va bloquea'o, bloquea'o. Y pa ti no hay pero, pero. Bellaquera no expira, pira.
Sé que quiere conmigo, migo, por cómo me mira, mira.
Te sigo el camino por donde tú digas. Yo sé pa qué me tiras.
-¿Qué tú quieres, mami?
-Todos los días paso pensando cómo sería yo quitándote tu falda, ma, la noche es larga.
Pa ti no hay liga, Dios te bendiga, es que tú me obligas a pecar jugando tus cartas, marrallo te parta.
Mami, no me dejes así, hace tiempo que tu totito me hace falta, de mi bicho hazte jarta.
Ya la cama se volvió un ring de tantas veces que me pides que te parta, mami, que te parta.
Y si no me lo da, eso me desespera. Conmigo ella hace lo que quiera.
A veces hasta me pichea, le gusta ver cómo los hombres gatean.
Veinticuatro siete la bellaquera, más dura que un dolor de muela.
Yo le compro diamantes y carteras pa que entiendas que tú eres la nena.
Ese totito, qué rico, apretadito, un kilo de perico. La cintura chiquita y el culote paradito, oh.
Baby, cuando yo te miro me excito.
Tú estás más dura, más dura que un puñetito, eh.
Todos los días paso pensando cómo sería yo quitándote tu falda, ma, la noche es larga.
Pa ti no hay liga, Dios te bendiga, es que tú me obligas a pecar jugando tus cartas, -marrallo te parta.
-Mami, no me dejes así, hace tiempo que tu totito me hace falta, de mi bicho hazte jarta.
Ya la cama se volvió un ring por todas las veces que me pides que te parta, mami, que te parta.
Yeah, yeah, Deivi Underwater.
Under Flavour.
Yeah.
Flava en el ritmo, puñeta.
Deivi, yeah.
English translation
Every day I spend thinking what it would be like to take off your skirt, ma, the night is long.
God bless you, there is no league for you, it's just that you force me to sin by playing your cards, I'll break you.
Mommy, don't leave me like this, I've been missing your little tot for a long time, get sick of my bug.
The bed has now become a ring for all the times you ask me to break you, mommy, to break you.
If I'm not giving it to you, I'll get weird, ah. Sometimes you make me think about love and everything.
He likes to do it discreet, incognito.
Explicit content, a symbolic pact, yeah.
Blackout, blackout, in bed a knockout, knockout. Mommy, for that ass I can get to him in no time, no time.
It's just that I'm not mine, if you're suffocated, suffocated. I am focused on you, focused.
If you shoot at him he will block, block. And for you there is no but, but. Bellaquera does not expire, he pyres.
I know he wants me, my friend, because of the way he looks at me, look.
I follow your path wherever you say. I know why you throw me.
-What do you want, mommy?
-Every day I spend thinking what it would be like to take off your skirt, ma, the night is long.
There is no league for you, God bless you, it's just that you force me to sin by playing your cards, I'll break you.
Mommy, don't leave me like this, I've been missing your little tot for a long time, get sick of my bug.
The bed has already turned into a ring from so many times you ask me to break you, mommy, to break you.
And if he doesn't give it to me, that makes me desperate. With me she does whatever she wants.
Sometimes he even teases me, he likes to see how men crawl.
Twenty-four seven the miscreant, harder than a toothache.
I buy him diamonds and wallets so that you understand that you are the girl.
That little totito, how delicious, tight, a kilo of parrot. The small waist and the tight culottes, oh.
Baby, when I look at you I get excited.
You're tougher, tougher than a little fist, huh.
Every day I spend thinking what it would be like to take off your skirt, ma, the night is long.
There is no league for you, God bless you, it's just that you force me to sin by playing your cards, -Marrallo I'll break you.
-Mommy, don't leave me like this, I've been missing your little tot for a long time, get sick of my bug.
The bed has now become a ring for all the times you ask me to break you, mommy, to break you.
Yeah, yeah, Deivi Underwater.
Under Flavor.
Yeah.
Flava in the rhythm, damn.
Deivi, yeah.