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Don Omar

Conteo

King of kings
It is what it is
I'm the king
Yo soy don

Conteo
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, salte, que va pasando mi combo
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, las gatas forman alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, que va pasando mi combo

Mami, tú la matas sola
Apodera esa tela
Si el alcohol te controla
El negro te consuela
Rompe esa consola
Con Nelly la vuela
Como se musea
La miss piel canela
Eah, eah
Qué es pura candela
Incienso y vela
A lo old school
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela
Eah, eah
Qué es pura candela
Incienso y vela
A lo old school
Ella tiene ese embrujo
Que a mi combo desvela
No le des avena
O te vas por pela

Marchen
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, salte, que va pasando mi combo
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, las gatas forman alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, que va pasando mi combo

Ella sin ropa
Te flota en las tropas
Burbujas que se estrujan
Con un champagne en copa
Si se pone las botas
La nota te explota
Ponle un trajecito
Que solita se azota
Se toca toa'
Te aprieta como boa
Su beso de malta
Y te sabe hasta a cocoa
Ella anda con un combo
Que dice que va a toas
Eso lo vemos ahora, ahora

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, salte, que va pasando mi combo
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, las gatas forman alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, que va pasando mi combo

Socio, no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote
Socio, no me ronques
Porque
Vas a sentir el torque
No te toque
Ni nos provoques
O te dejo caer el bote

Marchen
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, mi combo forma un alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, salte, que va pasando mi combo
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, marchando, las gatas forman alboroto
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, que va pasando mi combo

Marchen
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, que va pasando mi combo

Count

King of kings
It is what it is
I'm the king
I’m the boss

Count
One, two, three, four, marching, my crew's causing a ruckus
One, two, three, four, step aside, my crew's coming through
One, two, three, four, marching, the girls are making a scene
One, two, three, four, my crew's coming through

Baby, you slay on your own
Own that outfit
If the booze takes over
The dude's got your back
Break that console
With Nelly, she’s flying high
The way she moves
The caramel-skinned queen
Yeah, yeah
She’s pure fire
Incense and candles
Old school style
She’s got that charm
That leaves my crew in awe
Don’t give her oats
Or you’ll get schooled
Yeah, yeah
She’s pure fire
Incense and candles
Old school style
She’s got that charm
That leaves my crew in awe
Don’t give her oats
Or you’ll get schooled

Marching
One, two, three, four, marching, my crew's causing a ruckus
One, two, three, four, step aside, my crew's coming through
One, two, three, four, marching, the girls are making a scene
One, two, three, four, my crew's coming through

She’s undressed
Floating in the ranks
Bubbles popping
With champagne in hand
If she puts on her boots
The vibe will explode
Put her in a little outfit
And she’ll go wild
She touches everything
Squeezes you like a boa
Her kiss is malty
And tastes like cocoa
She rolls with a crew
That says they’re down for anything
We’ll see that now, right now

One, two, three, four, marching, my crew's causing a ruckus
One, two, three, four, step aside, my crew's coming through
One, two, three, four, marching, the girls are making a scene
One, two, three, four, my crew's coming through

Dude, don’t front on me
'Cause
You’re gonna feel the torque
Don’t touch
Or provoke us
Or I’ll let you drop
Dude, don’t front on me
'Cause
You’re gonna feel the torque
Don’t touch
Or provoke us
Or I’ll let you drop

Marching
One, two, three, four, marching, my crew's causing a ruckus
One, two, three, four, step aside, my crew's coming through
One, two, three, four, marching, the girls are making a scene
One, two, three, four, my crew's coming through

Marching
One, two, three, four, my crew's coming through

Escrita por: Don Omar, Josias de La Cruz