Karol G (part. Dj Rockwel Mx y Dj Kiire)
Yeah, yeah, M-A-L-I-L, El Malilla
DJ Rockwel, El Sandunguero
Prrr, dime DJ Kiire
Esto es pa' que tumbe la casa
Traete a la Mari y a la Juana
Si se prende uno se pasa
Una nota loca que llegamos a la NASA
Tú estás dura como Karol G
Te hiciste en Medellín
Ese culo sí que está cachin-chin
Yo sé que te gustan OGs
Baja a la party, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura como Karol G
Te hiciste en Medellín
Ese culo sí que está cachin-chin
Yo sé que te gustan OGs
Baja a la party, pero sin panties
Ella fuma y se arrebata
Cómo pa' los tiempos del guata
No tengo relación, no quieres relación
Solo quieres ser mi gata
Yo sé que te gustan bien chacas
Fuma pa alivianar sus chacras
Te juro por mi santos que yo no soy la lacra
Ando bien clean y no soy maña
Caele al desliz, pa' despertar en España
Tengo los truquitos que te van gustar
No se vaya a asustar
Yo soy un rockstar, woo
Si quieres nos podemos grabar
Yo soy un rockstar
Como El Niño polla, ey
Tengo los truquitos que te van gustar
No se valla a asustar
Yo soy rockstar, woo
Si quieres nos podemos grabar
Lo subo al OnlyFans y generamos de los fans
Tú estás dura, tú estás dura
Dura, dura, du-du-dura, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura, tú estás dura
Dura, dura, du-du-dura, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura como Karol G
Te hiciste en Medellín
Ese culo sí que está cachin-chin
Yo sé que te gustan OGs
Baja a la party, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura como Karol G
Te hiciste en Medellín
Ese culo sí que está cachin-chin
Yo sé que te gustan OGs
Baja a la party, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura como Karol, como Karol G
Yo te di, pero tú no lo cuente así
Y dale ahí, dale ahí, mami, dale ahí
Ese bootie tiene El Malilla
Fumando krippy, me siento Bob Marley
En el barrio a 200 en Harley
Todas las solteras las manos al aire
Todos los Plácosos tirando su brailey
Nos fuimos hasta bajo
Dale hasta bajo
La ley al carajo
Por que no hay trabajo
Nos fuimos hasta bajo
Dale hasta bajo
La ley al carajo
Por que no hay trabajo
Tú estás dura como Karol G
Te hiciste en Medellín
Ese culo sí que está cachin-chin
Yo sé que te gustan OGs
Baja a la party, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura como Karol G
Te hiciste en Medellín
Ese culo sí que está cachin-chin
Yo sé que te gustan OGs
Baja a la party, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura, tú estás dura
Dura, dura, du-du-dura, pero sin panties
Tú estás dura, tú estás dura
Dura, dura, du-du-dura, pero sin panties
Karol G (feat. Dj Rockwel Mx and Dj Kiire)
Yeah, yeah, M-A-L-I-L, El Malilla
DJ Rockwel, The Sandunguero
Prrr, tell me DJ Kiire
This is to bring down the house
Bring Mari and Juana
If one gets lit, it's over
A crazy note that we made it to NASA
You're tough like Karol G
You were made in Medellín
That ass is really hot
I know you like OGs
Come to the party, but without panties
You're tough like Karol G
You were made in Medellín
That ass is really hot
I know you like OGs
Come to the party, but without panties
She smokes and gets excited
Like in the old days
I don't want a relationship, you don't want a relationship
You just want to be my cat
I know you like it really young
Smoke to lighten your chakras
I swear by my saints that I'm not the scum
I'm clean and not a troublemaker
Come for the slip, to wake up in Spain
I have the tricks you'll like
Don't get scared
I'm a rockstar, woo
If you want, we can record
I'm a rockstar
Like The Kid Dick, ey
I have the tricks you'll like
Don't get scared
I'm a rockstar, woo
If you want, we can record
I'll upload it to OnlyFans and we'll make money from the fans
You're tough, you're tough
Tough, tough, du-du-tough, but without panties
You're tough, you're tough
Tough, tough, du-du-tough, but without panties
You're tough like Karol G
You were made in Medellín
That ass is really hot
I know you like OGs
Come to the party, but without panties
You're tough like Karol G
You were made in Medellín
That ass is really hot
I know you like OGs
Come to the party, but without panties
You're tough like Karol, like Karol G
I gave it to you, but don't tell it like that
And go for it, go for it, mommy, go for it
That booty belongs to El Malilla
Smoking krippy, I feel like Bob Marley
In the neighborhood at 200 on a Harley
All the single ladies hands up
All the Plácosos throwing their brailey
We went down low
Go down low
To hell with the law
Because there's no work
We went down low
Go down low
To hell with the law
Because there's no work
You're tough like Karol G
You were made in Medellín
That ass is really hot
I know you like OGs
Come to the party, but without panties
You're tough like Karol G
You were made in Medellín
That ass is really hot
I know you like OGs
Come to the party, but without panties
You're tough, you're tough
Tough, tough, du-du-tough, but without panties
You're tough, you're tough
Tough, tough, du-du-tough, but without panties