IA (part. Mora)
Mi malda' es culpa de su forma de actuar, ah-ah
Pero se me había olvidado' su cara
Solo recuerdo cómo era por detrá', ah-ah
Me tiene envuelto, corriendo en zigzag
Si tiene' nuevo gato, que no se ponga tonto
O lo pongo a bailar como si fuera un trompo
Ese cabrón no la usa, no sabe que me monto
Yo sé que no lo amas, él no compra lo que compro
Mi malda' es culpa de su forma de actuar, ah-ah
Pero se me había olvidado'o su cara
Solo recuerdo cómo era por detrá', ah-ah
Me tiene еnvuelto, corriendo en zigzag
Bеbé, comprende que Clarent sin puta' es como Santa sin regalo'
Tú debería' agradecerme que por lo meno' te hable claro
El 456 de tus dado', bajaste de Rolex pa' Rado
Dile a ese cabrón que ya me quite el follow
Ya tú perdiste el caché, yo contigo no matché
Como Gucci y Versace, tú ere' falsa, no ere' fiel
Ni contigo misma, nadie te lo cree
Tus polvo' con él son express
Tus mala' maña' me sé y como quiera me enredé
Pero normal, yo sé que está mal
Fue tu culpa, ma
De parte del Baller, les deseo lo peor
Me casé con prenda', la acostumbré a gastar
Ya tú 'tás salá', ah-ah-ah
Mi malda' es culpa de su forma de actuar, ah-ah
Pero se me había olvidado'o su cara
Solo recuerdo cómo era por detrá', ah-ah
Me tiene envuelto, corriendo en zigzag
Dale, dale, prende eso ahí
Vamos a darle, vamos a darle
Bebé, yo no iba a hacer esto, pero como tú te creciste
Está en mi deber acordarte que
Antes de mí tú no estabas en nada, mami, yo te di alas
Te puse a brillar, te vestí de gala
Ya no hay cenita pa Gekko, tampoco pa lala
Quisiste jugar con el que te enseñó la jugada
Esos polvitos de madrugada
Los extrañaré, pero vete y no dejes nada
Perdiste el caché, yo contigo, mami, no matcheé
Así como Gucci y Versace
Tú eres falsa, bebé, no eres fiel ni contigo misma, nadie te la cree
Tus polvos con él son exprés y sus prendas de AliExpress
Pa ti ya no tengo tiempo, lo dijo el Patek
Pa ti ya no tengo tiempo, lo dijo el Patek
Va y viene como ola, tú no sabe' estar sola
Rolex sin hora, bandida aunque no se enamora
Ya no va pa' Bora Bora ni pa' Noruega a ver la aurora
400 milla' por hora
Grra, grra, bum, bum, bum, bum
IA
My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his face
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzag
If you have a new cat, don't be silly
Or I make him dance like a top
That bastard doesn't use it, he doesn't know what I'm doing
I know you don't love him, he doesn't buy what I buy
My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his face
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzag
Baby, understand that Clarent without a whore is like Santa without a present
You should thank me for at least speaking clearly to you
On your 456th birthday, you went from Rolex to Rado
Tell that bastard to unfollow me already
You already lost the cache, I didn't match with you
Like Gucci and Versace, you are fake, you are not faithful
Not even with yourself, nobody believes you
Your fucks with him are express
I know your bad habits and I got tangled up anyway
But normal, I know it's wrong
It was your fault, ma
On behalf of the Baller, I wish you the worst
I married a pledge, I got her used to spending
You're already 'salá', ah-ah-ah
My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his face
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzag
Come on, come on, turn that on there
Let's give it to him, let's give it to him
Baby, I wasn't going to do this, but since you grew up
It is my duty to remind you that
Before me you were nothing, mommy, I gave you wings
I made you shine, I dressed you up
There is no longer dinner for Gekko, nor for Lala
You wanted to play with the one who taught you the move
Those early morning fucks
I will miss you, but go and leave nothing behind
You lost the cache, I didn't match with you, mommy
Just like Gucci and Versace
You are fake, baby, you are not true even to yourself, nobody believes you
Your sex with him is express and his clothes are from AliExpress
I no longer have time for you, said Patek
I no longer have time for you, said Patek
It comes and goes like a wave, you don't know how to be alone
Rolex without time, a bandit even if she doesn't fall in love
He is no longer going to Bora Bora or Norway to see the aurora
400 miles per hour
Grra, grra, boom, boom, boom, boom