Desde los 15 (part. La Pantera)
Di que va a matarme sin piedad
Y siempre acaba asesiná
Si tu pai no quiere verme que cierre los ojo' y ya
Porque yo aquí me que’o
Dile que soy maleante y me encanta jugar al cluedo
(Vamo' a ver si sigues a ese corito)
Yow
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa' fumar
Pide compi, pasto eso es—
Yow
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa’ fumar
Pide compi, pasto eso es—
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa' fumar
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa'—
Di-dice que ahora quiere un negro que le atize
Que saque la cola como frizze
Si su pai supiera lo mala que es su princes
Y que fuma hierba desde los quince
Si tu pai no quiere verme que cierre los ojo' y ya
Porque yo aquí me quedo
Dile que soy maleante y me encanta jugar al cluedo
Fuma de mi hierba
Estoy pensando que ella del sexo es enferma
Siempre mientras le estoy dando me observa (psycho)
Perversa, tiene en el clito una perla
Se me para solamente con verla, yeah
(Chu-chu) chula me cuelga de la cintura
A tu pai no quiero verlo ni en pintura
Que no se pase o lo atamos de mula
Dile que mi dedo tiene calentura
Refrán
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa' fumar
Pide compi, pasto eso es—
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa' fuma
Pide compi, pasto eso es pa'—
Estribillo: La pantera, aissa
Di que va a matarme sin piedad
Y siempre acaba asesiná
Si tu pai no quiere verme que cierre los ojo' y ya
Porque aquí me quedo
Dile que soy maleante y que me encanta darte deo’ (yow)
Ii, ii
Tú saliste mala, yo salí más malo
Y no respeto a nadie cuando salgo con el palo (jajaja)
Tu padre desconfía, no sabe cuánto gano
Suegro, no soy millo todavía, pero ya estamo’
En festivales cobrando veintipico
En la playa dando pico'
Comiendo, fumando y follando rico
Tu exnovio el pobre angelito
Del medio lo quito, yo soy un loquito
Ese totito es goty, mi juego favorito
Y me lo paso cada vez que se me apetece
Y quiere que me lo escupa, que se lo meta y la bese
Y yo la escupo, se la meto y la besó
Si sacan de contexto nuestros polvos voy preso
Pero es calla’ita le gusta pecar
Y que no se sepa na', yeah (que no se sepa na')
Por eso al padre le había dicho que está con un hombre nuevo
Di que va a matarme sin piedad
Y siempre acaba asesiná
Si tu pai no quiere verme que cierre los ojos y ya
Porque yo aquí me quedo
Dile que soy maleante y me encanta jugar al cluedo
Since I was 15 (part. La Pantera)
Say he's gonna kill me without mercy
And he always ends up dead
If your dad doesn't want to see me, just close his eyes and that's it
'Cause I'm staying right here
Tell him I'm a thug and I love playing Clue
(Let's see if you keep up with that crew)
Yo
Order up, weed that's for smoking
Order up, weed that's—
Yo
Order up, weed that's for smoking
Order up, weed that's—
Order up, weed that's for smoking
Order up, weed that's for—
Says she now wants a guy who can handle her
To whip it out like a freeze
If her dad knew how bad his princess is
And that she’s been smoking since she was fifteen
If your dad doesn't want to see me, just close his eyes and that's it
'Cause I'm staying right here
Tell him I'm a thug and I love playing Clue
Smoking my weed
I'm thinking she's a freak when it comes to sex
Always watching me while I'm giving it to her (psycho)
Perverse, she’s got a pearl on her clit
I get hard just seeing her, yeah
(Choo-choo) babe hangs on my waist
I don’t want to see your dad even in a painting
If he steps out of line, we’ll tie him up
Tell him my finger's got a fever
Chorus
Order up, weed that's for smoking
Order up, weed that's—
Order up, weed that's for smoking
Order up, weed that's for—
Refrain: La Pantera, aissa
Say he's gonna kill me without mercy
And he always ends up dead
If your dad doesn't want to see me, just close his eyes and that's it
'Cause I'm staying right here
Tell him I'm a thug and I love giving you the finger (yo)
Ii, ii
You turned out bad, I turned out worse
And I don’t respect anyone when I roll with the stick (hahaha)
Your dad's suspicious, doesn’t know how much I make
Father-in-law, I’m not rich yet, but we’re getting there
At festivals making twenty-something
On the beach giving kisses
Eating, smoking, and fucking good
Your ex-boyfriend, the poor little angel
I take him out of the picture, I’m a little crazy
That little thing is a gem, my favorite game
And I enjoy it every time I feel like it
And she wants me to spit it out, to put it in and kiss her
And I spit it out, put it in and kiss her
If they take our sessions out of context, I’m going to jail
But she’s quiet, loves to sin
And keep it on the down-low, yeah (keep it on the down-low)
That’s why I told her dad she’s with a new man
Say he's gonna kill me without mercy
And he always ends up dead
If your dad doesn't want to see me, just close his eyes and that's it
'Cause I'm staying right here
Tell him I'm a thug and I love playing Clue