Qué Onda Perdida (part. Gerardo Coronel El Jerry)
(¡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 a Lost Wave (part. Gerardo Coronel El Jerry)
(Check it out, my friend Jerry!)
(And where are you, quarrelsome, I can't hear you? haha)
(What's up, little one)
What's up, loss?
I am your ex, the last of your loves
I took the audacity to send you flowers
If you receive them, please smile, don't cry
You see, lost
You always return to where you wanted
You didn't block me from WhatsApp and that's new to me
It makes me think that we can start again
What's up, loss?
The bastard who loved you the most is back
And even if you don't want to know about me, I tell you
I can't forget you and I haven't really wanted to either.
What's up, loss?
You get me ready because today I'll bring you the band
And I'm not leaving your house until you leave
Today I want to look at you so you can tell me in the face
That you don't love me anymore, that you don't miss me
And someone better is occupying your bed
(Oh, little one!)
(How I love her!)
(And he says someone better, buddy, hahaha)
(I don't think so, battle)
(It can't be done)
(My friend Jerry!)
(And pure Grupo Firme!)
(Stop, old man!)
What's up, loss?
The bastard who loved you the most is back
And even if you don't want to know about me, I tell you
I can't forget you and I haven't really wanted to either.
What's up, loss?
You get me ready because today I'll bring you the band
And I'm not leaving your house until you leave
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 someone better is occupying your bed
Escrita por: Gerardo Coronel