Angelito (part. Trueno)
Baby girl
Tengo una historia pa' contarte, pero que yo solo sé
Let me know
Dime si hay amor de tu parte, no soy lo que conocés
Bebé, no diré nada
De la ciudad, yo escapaba
Aquí en la isla relajada
Yo lo enrolaba, él me besaba
Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas
Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferente, algo especial
Pa' mirarte a vos, no me cansa
Aunque el reloj tarde
Tengo love para vos, mami, sos arte
Tiene un don, prende un blunt, ya ni comparte
Mami, yo tengo una historia para contarte
Pero es de a dos, mami, sos parte
Con poquito, puedo enamorarte
Cuando te vi, tu actitud, me gustaste
Bailando, no evito pegarme
Con los demás, no logro conectarme
Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas
Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferent, algo especial (rrah)
Pa' mirarte a vos, no me cansa (yeah)
Fue perfecto desde que me probaste
(Hoy voy a buscarte, baby girl) yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Después de eso, querías segunda parte
Y yo no quería idealizarte
Estábamo' de party por Jamaica (yeah)
Todos bailan (ah)
Mucho whisky, muchos blone', nada cambia
La gente pide ploh-ploh, pide fire, ah
Yo llego, te doy un beso, mami, no hay má'
Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas
Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta (soy tu real love gangsta)
Té algo diferent, algo especial (yes, sir)
Pa' mirarte a vos, no me cansa
TR1, ma', Bad Gyal
¿Cómo dice, pai?
Little Angel (feat. Trueno)
Baby girl
I have a story to tell you, but that only I know
Let me know
Tell me if there's love on your part, I'm not what you think
Baby, I won't say anything
I escaped from the city
Here on the island, relaxed
I rolled it up, he kissed me
Me, your little angel, I'm going to fly
Burning as if I were a Rastafarian
It's obvious you want me to enjoy myself
You never tire of looking at me
Come, come, come, mami
Come, no-one touches my girl
She wants a real gangster love
Something different, something special
I can't get tired of looking at you
Even if the clock says it's late
I have love for you, baby, you're a work of art
She has a gift, lights a blunt, she's not even sharing anymore
Baby, I have a story to tell you
But it's about two, baby, and you're part of it
I can make you fall in love easily
When I saw you, I liked your attitude
He couldn't avoid sticking close to me dancing
I can't connect with the rest
Me, your little angel, I'm going to fly
Burning as if I were a Rastafarian
It's obvious you want me to enjoy myself
You never tire of looking at me
Come, come, come, mami
Come, no-one touches my girl
She wants a real gangster love
Something different, something special (rrah)
I can't get enough of you (yeah)
It was perfect from the moment you tried me
(I'm coming for you, today, baby girl) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wanted a second round after that
And I didn't want to idealize you
We were partying in Jamaica (yeah)
Everyone dancing (ah)
Lots of whisky, lots of blunts, nothing changes
The people ask for ploh-ploh, ask for fire, ah
I come, I give you a kiss, baby, nothing more
Me, your little angel, I'm going to fly
Burning as if I were a Rastafarian
It's obvious you want me to enjoy myself
You never tire of looking at me
Come, come, come, mami
Come, no-one touches my girl
She wants a real gangster love (I'm your real gangster love)
Something different, something special (yes, sir)
I can't get tired of looking at you
TR1, baby, Bad Gyal
How does it go, papi?
Escrita por: Bad Gyal, Trueno, Shb, Tatool