Qué Onda Perdida (part. Grupo Firme)
(¡Échele, mi compa Jerry!)
(¿Y dónde andas, peleonera, que no te escucho? jaja)
(Qué va, chiquitita)
¿Qué onda, perdida?
Soy tu ex, el último de tus amores
Me tomé el atrevimiento de mandarte flores
Si las recibes, por favor, sonríe, no llores
Ya ves perdida
Uno siempre vuelve a dónde lo quisieron
No me bloqueaste del WhatsApp y eso para mí es nuevo
Me da a pensar que podemos comenzar de nuevo
¿Qué onda, perdida?
Ya volvió el cabrón que más te ha querido
Y aunque no quieras saber de mí, te digo
No te puedo olvidar y la neta tampoco he querido
¿Qué onda, perdida?
Te me alistas porque hoy te llevo la banda
Y no me voy a ir de tu casa hasta que salgas
Hoy te quiero mirar pa’ que me digas en la cara
Que ya no me quieres, que tú no me extrañas
Y que alguien mejor está ocupando tu cama
(¡Ay, chiquitita!)
(¡Cómo la quiero!)
(Y dice que alguien mejor, compa, jajaja)
(No creo, batalloza)
(No se puede)
(¡Mi compa Jerry!)
(¡Y puro Grupo Firme!)
(¡Jálese, viejo!)
¿Qué onda, perdida?
Ya volvió el cabrón que más te ha querido
Y aunque no quieras saber de mí, te digo
No te puedo olvidar y la neta tampoco he querido
¿Qué onda, perdida?
Te me alistas porque hoy te llevo la banda
Y no me voy a ir de tu casa hasta que salgas
Hoy te quiero mirar pa’ que me digas en mi cara
Que ya no me quieres, que tú no me extrañas
Y que alguien mejor está ocupando tu cama
What's Up, Lost (feat. Grupo Firme)
(Go ahead, my buddy Jerry!)
(And where are you, troublemaker, that I can't hear you? haha)
(No way, little one)
What's up, lost?
I'm your ex, the last of your loves
I took the liberty of sending you flowers
If you receive them, please smile, don't cry
You see, lost
One always returns to where they were loved
You didn't block me on WhatsApp and that's new to me
It makes me think that we can start over
What's up, lost?
The bastard who loved you the most has returned
And even if you don't want to hear from me, I tell you
I can't forget you and honestly, I haven't wanted to
What's up, lost?
Get ready because today I'm bringing the band to you
And I'm not leaving your house until you come out
Today I want to look at you so you can tell me to my face
That you don't love me anymore, that you don't miss me
And that someone better is occupying your bed
(Oh, little one!)
(How much I love her!)
(And she says someone better, buddy, hahaha)
(I don't believe it, troublemaker)
(It can't be)
(My buddy Jerry!)
(And only Grupo Firme!)
(Pull, old man!)
What's up, lost?
The bastard who loved you the most has returned
And even if you don't want to hear from me, I tell you
I can't forget you and honestly, I haven't wanted to
What's up, lost?
Get ready because today I'm bringing the band to you
And I'm not leaving your house until you come out
Today I want to look at you so you can tell me to my face
That you don't love me anymore, that you don't miss me
And that someone better is occupying your bed