Kela Toke (Remix) (part. Marcianeke, ITHAN NY, Tunechikidd y Fran C)
En to' los partie' está encendiéndose
Se da besito de a tre', yeah
Y a vece' mira como diciéndome
'Toy loca por comerte, yeah
Quiere que la monte, pero antes que la toque (que la toque má')
Su mirada me lo confesó, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah (me lo confesó)
Sé que si la llamo llega sola, bien sola (llega sola, ma)
Y si le pido amigas, trae dos, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh
Le gustan los gángster malo'
Yo soy tu diablo, tu nene malo
Con el Diablo Santo donde quieras te lo instalo
De Gucci hay par de regalo'
Lujuria y vacacione' en Milano
Repetí to' lo que hicimo' esa ve'
Tú gritando y apretando las sábana' a la ve'
Exotic pa' fumar y Moët pa' beber
Manda la ubi, va a mamar en una Range Rover
De menor buscaba una como uste'
Ese corte tuyo a mí me gustó
Si ves mi glopeta no te asuste'
Si sabes cómo soy yo
Tú sabes cómo soy yo, uno de verda'
Y tú eres de esa' que con todo el porte le da
Todo bien, ¿quiere comer? Mami, ¿cómo le va?
No va' a parar si es que arriba mío tú no te va'
Me le pegué
Bailando esa noche loca, ella se dejó
La que era la oficial me preguntó: ¿Y esa quién e'?
Le dije: La amiga de la amiga de un amigo, ella no me creyó
Ese booty animal me está volviendo loco, me metió en un frenesí
Me dijo que era una fanática de lo sensual
No lo podía creer el día que se la comí
Me dijo: Nunca pare', dale así, yeah
Quiere que le toque, que la moje, que le dé
También que cuando lo hagamo' la agarre de las muñeca'
Si ya te operaste, yo te agrando más las teta'
Túmbalo, que esto se pega como karateca
Dice que no es fácil, pero se calienta
Le pregunto en qué trabaja y no me cuenta
Tengo dos tarjeta, ¿cuál se revienta?
Va a estar arriba mío antes que se dé cuenta
Quiere que la monte, pero ante' que la toque (que la toque má')
Su mirada me lo confesó, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah (me lo confesó)
Sé que si la llamo llega sola, bien sola (llega sola, ma)
Y si le pido amigas, trae dos, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh (Marcianeke, ah)
Amiga' invito tre' y me chingo a las tre'
Pito de tre' y después las penetré
Querían amarrarme y no entré
Me gusta porque fue evento de Cris
Tengo un fino pa'l estrés y un pase que por ahí encontré
Ponte pa' da—pa' darte contra la pared
Si quiere' venir al party, mejor que te prepare'
Porque con eso de atrás me embararé
Y de whiskey los vaso'
El que te toque le regalo un balazo
A los que te tiran no les hago caso, te voy a dar hasta el pie
Aunque tenga el cora hecho pedazo' (pa' las babie', pa' la calle)
Ma, yo sé que te gustan los gángster' malo'
Baby, si tú quieres contigo yo me instalo
Ese corte que tú tiene', baby, demasiado caro
Y el dinero que te traje, dale, baby, gástalo
Mientra' money gasto
Nos vamo' en la Hayabusa, despué' del party te rapto
Mueve el culo mientra' yo me enrolo un Phillie 'e pasto
Después te lo meto viendo una peli en la laptop
Mami, soy tu gángster, no te me confunda'
Salgo pa' la calle con la glopeta en la funda
'Tamo en el party, a dosciento' por la jungla
Llama a tu combo, que nos vamo' de rumba
Porque con su amiguita está bellaca
En el party con su mini ella mata
Ponte pa' mí y terminamo' en mi cama
Pa' que tú te ponga' diabla, ninfomaníaca
En to' los party está encendiéndose
Se da besito de a tre', yeah
Yeah
Y a vece' mira como diciéndome
'Toy loca por comerte, yeah
Quiere que la monte, pero antes que la toque (que la toque má')
Su mirada me lo confesó, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah (me lo confesó)
Sé que si la llamo llega sola, bien sola (llega sola, ma)
Y si le pido amigas, trae dos, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Ey, ¡prra!
Tunechikidd
Pa' las babie', pa' la calle
Es el Kun, Kun
Marcianeke
Tunu, ja
Tunechi y Kun
Fran C on the beat
Pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew
Fran C in the beat
Kela Toke (Remix) (feat. Marcianeke, ITHAN NY, Tunechikidd and Fran C)
At all the parties it's heating up
They give each other kisses in threes, yeah
And sometimes looks at me as if saying
'I'm crazy to eat you, yeah'
She wants me to mount her, but before I touch her (touch her more)
Her gaze confessed it to me, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah (confessed it to me)
I know if I call her she comes alone, very alone (comes alone, girl)
And if I ask for friends, she brings two, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh
She likes bad gangsters
I'm your devil, your bad boy
With the Holy Devil wherever you want I install it
Gucci has a couple of gifts
Lust and vacations in Milano
I repeated everything we did that time
You screaming and squeezing the sheets at the same time
Exotic for smoking and Moët for drinking
Send the location, she'll suck in a Range Rover
When I was younger I looked for one like you
I liked your style
If you see my gun, don't be scared
If you know how I am
You know how I am, a real one
And you're one of those who gives it all the style
All good, do you want to eat? Mom, how are you?
You won't stop if you don't get on top of me
I got close to her
Dancing that crazy night, she let herself go
The one who was the official asked me: And who is this?
I said: The friend of a friend of a friend, she didn't believe me
That animal booty is driving me crazy, it got me in a frenzy
She told me she was a fan of the sensual
I couldn't believe it the day I had her
She said: Never stop, keep going like that, yeah
She wants me to touch her, to wet her, to give her
Also that when we do it I grab her by the wrists
If you've already had surgery, I'll make your boobs bigger
Knock her down, this sticks like a karateka
She says it's not easy, but she gets hot
I ask her what she does for a living and she doesn't tell me
I have two cards, which one will break?
She'll be on top of me before she realizes
She wants me to mount her, but before I touch her (touch her more)
Her gaze confessed it to me, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah (confessed it to me)
I know if I call her she comes alone, very alone (comes alone, girl)
And if I ask for friends, she brings two, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh (Marcianeke, ah)
Friends invite three and I fuck them at three
Three joints and then I penetrated them
They wanted to tie me up and I didn't go in
I like it because it was a Cristal event
I have a fine for stress and a pass that I found around here
Get ready to give—give it to you against the wall
If you want to come to the party, better get ready
Because with that behind I'll get stuck
And whiskey glasses
I'll give a shot to whoever touches you
I don't pay attention to those who shoot at you, I'll give you up to the foot
Even if my heart is broken into pieces (for the babies, for the street)
Ma, I know you like bad gangsters
Baby, if you want I'll settle down with you
That style you have, baby, too expensive
And the money I brought you, go ahead, baby, spend it
While I spend money
We go on the Hayabusa, after the party I'll kidnap you
Move your ass while I roll a Phillie of grass
Then I'll put it in you watching a movie on the laptop
Mom, I'm your gangster, don't get confused with me
I go out to the street with the gun in the case
We're at the party, at two hundred through the jungle
Call your crew, we're going to party
Because with her little friend she's horny
At the party with her mini she kills
Get ready for me and we'll end up in my bed
So you can be a devil, nymphomaniac
At all the parties it's heating up
They give each other kisses in threes, yeah
Yeah
And sometimes looks at me as if saying
'I'm crazy to eat you, yeah'
She wants me to mount her, but before I touch her (touch her more)
Her gaze confessed it to me, wah-ah-ah-ah-ah (confessed it to me)
I know if I call her she comes alone, very alone (comes alone, girl)
And if I ask for friends, she brings two, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Hey, bitch!
Tunechikidd
For the babies, for the street
It's Kun, Kun
Marcianeke
Tunu, ha
Tunechi and Kun
Fran C on the beat
Pew-pew-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew
Fran C in the beat