Carne
(Combo Mango)
(Planet, Planet, pla-pla-pla)
(Ferrante)
(Eleggua)
No le hables de money
Que ella es la lotería
Ni de descaro
Que ella es la putería
Te está dando cacho (ay)
Cosa gorda (titi)
Y de nada, se desborda
Ay, diablo, Titi, te noto sobresalía
Qué rico sería
Echar un palo en tu carpintería
Y que ese culo sea de mi autoría
Hacértelo rico con garantía
Qué rico sería
Que tú me des
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
En tu carnicería
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
Carne
Pa' que yo me encarne
Mami, no te alarmes cuando se me cruce el cable
Tú sabes que yo soy crónico
Y no aguanto más
Tú provocándome, para de hacerlo ya
No vaya a ser que yo te coma
Y te deje en coma
Cuando te meta, toma, toma
To-to-toma
Qué rico sería
Echar un palo en tu carpintería
Y que ese culo sea de mi autoría
Hacértelo rico con garantía
Qué rico sería
Que tú me des
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
En tu carnicería
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
No quiero una del bulto
Quiero una de Houston
O de Tampa
Porque las de Hialeah ya son mía
Como mismo lo fue la de Colón con la de Jesús María
Le hiciste un amarre a la pieza
Déjate de aguaje que te noto tieza
Sal de arriba de mí que tú pesas
Ve para allá con la cara esa, esa
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
En tu carnicería
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
En tu carnicería
Carne, carne, carne, carne, carne
Omarito con el Cucu
Dary pegado en Miami
El chulito que le dijo Arango
(Habla Ferrante)
Amarren a todas sus piezas
Las va a coger la marca Mango
Tra-tra-tra-tra-tra-tra
Richard Transimport
Yhona, el Eruke, Papote, Papote
Ferrante
Que dice Ronald el abusata
Que esto va a estar pega'o donde hay
Meat
(Combo Mango)
(Planet, Planet, pla-pla-pla)
(Ferrante)
(Eleggua)
Don't talk to her about money
She's like the lottery
Or about being bold
She's all about the game
She's giving you the side-eye (oh)
Big deal (girl)
And out of nowhere, she overflows
Oh damn, girl, I see you standing out
How nice it would be
To hit it in your workshop
And that ass be my creation
To give it to you good with a guarantee
How nice it would be
If you give me
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
In your butcher shop
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
Meat
So I can get into it
Baby, don’t freak out when I lose my mind
You know I’m chronic
And I can’t take it anymore
You teasing me, stop it already
Don’t let it be that I eat you
And leave you in a coma
When I get in there, take it, take it
To-to-take it
How nice it would be
To hit it in your workshop
And that ass be my creation
To give it to you good with a guarantee
How nice it would be
If you give me
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
In your butcher shop
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
I don’t want a basic one
I want one from Houston
Or Tampa
'Cause the ones from Hialeah are already mine
Just like the one from Colón with Jesús María
You tied up the piece
Stop playing games, I see you stiff
Get off me, you’re heavy
Go over there with that face, that one
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
In your butcher shop
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
In your butcher shop
Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat
Omarito with the Cucu
Dary hanging in Miami
The little player who told Arango
(Talk to Ferrante)
Tie up all your pieces
Mango's gonna take them
Tra-tra-tra-tra-tra-tra
Richard Transimport
Yhona, the Eruke, Papote, Papote
Ferrante
Ronald the hustler says
This is gonna be hot where it’s at