Soltera (remix) (part. Lunay y Daddy Yankee)
¡Épico!
Salte 'el medio, ¿OK?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, eh (suénalo)
Me dijeron que te acabas de dejar
Que el bobo aquel te engañó
Que ya no crees en el amor (no)
Que andas suelta igual que yo (Bad Bunny)
No sé, pero la noche está pa' desquitarnos
Otro shot vamo' a darno' (mujeres, get ready, sube)
Que yo también quiero joder, vacilar (¿qué, qué, qué?)
Trae a todas tus amigas que yo las voy a poner a fumar
Dale hasta abajo, pa' ha'ta abajo, sin parar, yeh
Porque estar soltera está de moda
Por eso ella no se enamora
'Tar soltera está de moda
Por eso no va a cambiar (ella no va a cambiar)
Estar soltera está de moda (¿qué, qué, qué?)
Por eso ella no se enamora (dile ¡no!)
Estar soltera está de moda (D-D-DY)
Por eso no va a cambiar (¡Daddy Yankee!)
Ella 'tá soltera, con su' amiga' revuelta'
Va pa’ la disco y a nadie le rinde cuenta’
'Tá soltera (fuego), con su’ amiga' revuelta'
Va pa' la disco y a nadie le rinde cuenta’ (fue')
Ella vacila y vive en la joda
No 'tá lista pa' un trajecito blanco en la boda
Puede perrear con uno, como sea, lo baila sola
Batea pa' 500, siempre bota la bola (¿cómo?)
Pon-ponme a prueba a ver, que to' el peso te va a caer
La orden de cateo, las mano' contra la pare'
Pa' darle pa'l piso no pide permiso (no; ¡wuh!)
Si está soltera, sin compromiso (¿qué, qué?)
'Tá pa' la rumba y hacer dinero y yo que soy un bandolero
Me gustan como tú
Las que no creen en sentimiento' ni un 14 de febrero
(D-D-DY)
Ella lo que quiere e' joder, vacilar
Solita pa' romper la disco
Ella lo que quiere e' joder, vacilar
Dale hasta abajo, pa' ha'ta abajo, sin parar
Y estar soltera está de moda
Por eso ella no se enamora (¡ble!)
Estar soltera está de moda (yeh)
Por eso no va a cambiar (ella no va a cambiar)
Y estar soltera está de moda
Por eso ella no se enamora
'Tar-'tar soltera está de moda (sube, sube)
Por eso no va a cambiar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Se cansó de lo' embuste' y a su vida le hizo un ajuste, ey (prr)
Si la ves en la disco con las de ella', no te asuste'
Puesta pa'l problema, así que no la busquen
Déjala volar, como decía Tito (hu-huh)
Ese culo al traje le queda chiquito (ah)
La leona no está puesta pa' gatito (no), ey
Y sin ti le va bonito
Hoy se siente coqueta (¿qué, qué?)
Siempre activa, nunca quieta
To'a las moña' son violeta'
El corazón lo tiene a dieta, ey
Pa' que ningún cabrón se meta (sube, sube, sube, sube)
Te dejó en read otra ve'
Te has picha'o to'a las llamada' y to' lo' text'
¿Tú no entiende' que hace rato dijo next?
La nena está haciendo más ticket que el ex, eh (¡chin'-ching!)
Ponte-ponte pa' la vuelta, que yo voy pa'l party (Lunay, dile)
Si no, nos vemo', mami, en el after party
Ponte pa'l problema, ándale, déjate ver
Lo que aquí empezamo', lo matamo' en el motel (fue'-fuego)
Tú estás suelta por ahí, yo estoy suelto por acá
Hacerte wiki-wiki, como dice Yaviah
Soltó el corazón, sacó a pasear la malda'
(Tiene la mente daña')
(Yeh, yeh)
Ella lo que quiere e' joder, vacilar (¡wuh!)
Solita pa' romper la disco
Ella lo que quiere e' joder, vacilar (wi-wi)
Dale hasta abajo, pa' ha'ta abajo, sin parar (brr)
Que estar soltera está de moda
Hace lo que quiera y que se joda
Estar soltera está de moda
Ella no le va a bajar (ella no va a cambiar)
Estar soltera está de moda
Por eso ella no se enamora
'Tar soltera está de moda (sí)
Por eso no va a cam-cam-cambiar (fue'-fue')
Ella 'tá soltera, con su' amiga' revuelta' (D-D-D)
Revuelta', revuelta', revuelta'
Ella 'tá soltera (¡fuego!), con su' amiga' revu'-
Va pa' la disco y a nadie le rinde cuenta' (¡fue'!)
Bad Bunny, baby, bebé
Cartel
Lunay, DY
Chris Jeday, Gaby Music
Dímelo, Nino
DY, ay-ay
Dímelo, Pina
Dime, Lunay, ay-ay
Estamo' claro quién e' el mejor de todo lo' tiempo (DY), jefe?
Dulce Como Candy
Lu-Lu-Lunay
(Dímelo, Sensi)
Single Girl (remix) (feat. Lunay & Daddy Yankee)
Epic!
Hop out of the way, OK?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, eh (play it)
They told me you just left
That the fool deceived you
That you no longer believe in love (no)
That you're free like me (Bad Bunny)
I don't know, but the night is for getting even
Let's have another shot together (women, get ready, get up)
I also want to fuck around, to chill (what, what, what?)
Bring all your girlfriends and I'll get them to smoke
Get all the way down, all the way down, without stopping, yeah
Because being single is in style
That's why she doesn't fall in love
To be single is in style
That's why she isn't going to change (she isn't going to change)
Being single is in fashion (what, what, what?)
That's why she doesn't fall in love (tell her no!)
Being single is in fashion (D-D-D-Y)
That's why she isn't going to change (Daddy Yankee!)
She's single, with her wild friends
He goes to the club and no one pays attention to him
She's single (fire), with her wild friends
He goes to the club and nobody pays attention to him (fire)
She's chilling and living to screw around
She's not ready for a little white dress at the wedding
She can twerk with anyone, as it is, he dances alone
She bats for 500, she always bounces the ball (how?)
Put-put me to the test to see, for all the weight will fall on you
The search warrant, hands against the wall
She doesn't ask permission to hit the floor (no; whew!)
If she's single, without commitment (what, what?)
She's here for the party and making money and I'm a bandit
I like them like you
Those who don't believe in feelings, not even on February 14th
(D-D-D-Y)
What she wants is to fuck around, to chill
To break it down at the club by herself
What she wants is to fuck around, to chill
Get all the way down, all the way down, without stopping
And being single is in fashion
That's why she doesn't fall in love (ble!)
Being single is in fashion (yeah)
That's why she isn't going to change (she isn't going to change)
And being single is in fashion
That's why she doesn't fall in love
Be-being single is in fashion (up, up)
That's why she's not going to change
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She got tired of the liars and her life had to be adjusted, hey (prr)
If you see her at the club with hers, don't be scared
Ready for trouble, so don't look for them
Let her fly, like Tito used to say (uh-huh)
That ass is too small for her dress (ah)
The lioness is not ready for a cat (no), hey
And, without you, she's doing beautifully
She's feeling flirtatious today (what, what?)
She's always active, never quiet
All the blunts are purple
Her heart is on a diet, hey
So that no bastard gets involved (up, up, up, up)
She left you on read again
You've screwed up all the calls and all the texts
Don't you understand that she said next a while ago?
The chick is making a bigger check than her ex, eh (ching-ching!)
Come-come back, 'cause I'm going to the party (Lunay, say it)
If not, we'll see you, mommy, at the after party
Get ready for trouble, go on, let yourself see
What we started here, we kill it at the motel (fi-fire)
You're free over there, I'm free over here
Do it like wiki-wiki, as Yaviah says
She let go of her heart, she took evil for a walk
(She has a damaged mind)
(Yeah, yeah)
What she wants is to fuck around, to chill (whew!)
To break it down at the club by herself
What she wants is to fuck around, to chill (wi-wi)
Get all the way down, all the way down, without stopping (brr)
For being single is in style
Do what you want and say fuck it
Being single is in fashion
She's not going to come down (she's not going to change)
Being single is in fashion
That's why she doesn't fall in love
To be single is in fashion (yes)
That's why she's not going to change (fire-fire)
She's single, with her wild friends (D-D-D)
Revolting, revolting, revolting
She's single (fire!), with her wild friends
He goes to the club and no one pays attention to him (fire!)
Bad Bunny, baby, baby
Sign
Lunay, DY
Chris Jeday, Gaby Music
Tell me, Nino
DY, oh-oh
Tell me, Pina
Tell me, Lunay, ay-ay
We're clear who's the best of all time (DY), boss?
Sweet Like Candy
Lu-Lu-Lunay
(Tell me, Sensi)
Escrita por: Chris Jedi / Gaby Music / Lunay / Daddy Yankee / Bad Bunny / Jorge Ceruto / Dulce Como Candy / Noah Assad