La Botella (part. Maluma)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maluma, baby
(J Quiles)
Ay, Justin Quiles, mami
For you, my lova
Maluma
Me cansé, me cansé de buscar
En otros besos, los labios que no son los tuyos
Me miento y digo que no la voy a ir a buscar
Pero, al poco tiempo, voy yo a buscarla
Otra vez a buscarla
Otra vez a buscarla (yeah, yeah)
La sobriedad viene a buscarme
Y siempre tarda y no aguanta (Maluma, baby), yeah
Tiene un Dom Péri pa' hipnotizarme
Volvió a embriagarme
Pero si estuviera ella
No tocaría otra botella
Me quito del party
Me limpio de todo por ella
Pero si estuviera ella
No tocaría otra botella
Me quito del party
Me limpio de todo por ella
(Ay, Justin Quiles, mami)
Me quito del party, nena, por tu body
Sin ti, soy un pobre, siendo millonari
Por las redes, te vi, unas fotos en París
Y yo como loco, deseando estar allí
Te miro y no sé lo que piensas
Es que yo tengo la mente perversa
Mai', tú me tienes mal de la cabeza
No quiero imaginar lo que no sea (no sea)
Te miro y no sé lo que piensas
Es que yo tengo la mente perversa
No quiero imaginar lo que no sea
Mai', tú me tienes mal de la cabeza (la cabeza)
Tiene un Dom Péri pa' hipnotizarme
Volvió a embriagarme
Pero si estuviera ella
No tocaría otra botella
Me quito del party
Me limpio de todo por ella
Pero si estuviera ella
No tocaría otra botella (otra botella)
Me quito del party
Me limpio de todo por ella
Ya he pasado por Hawái y Madrid (yeah, yeah)
Me he comido cuántos culos por ahí
Pero ninguna daría la vida por la mía
Del modo que lo hacías por mí
A Papá Dios ya le he tirado mil rezos
Pidiendo que vuelvas, pero no hay progreso
Me duele que perdí en tu cuerpo el exceso
Y el no tenerte me llevó a los excesos
Baby, por eso, bebo y fumo 24/7 (yeah)
Mi vieja preocupá' porque yo ando algarete
Dicen que chimba por ahí buscando suerte
Pero estoy seguro, baby, que eres diferente
Tiene un Dom Péri pa' hipnotizarme
Volvió a embriagarme
Pero si estuviera ella
No tocaría otra botella
Me quito del party
Me limpio de todo por ella
Pero si estuviera ella
No tocaría otra botella (otra botella)
Me quito del party
Me limpio de todo por ella (por ella)
(Ovy On The Drums)
Me quito del party, me quito de todo (yeah, yeah)
Maluma, baby (yeah, yeah)
Justin Quiles (ay, Justin Quiles, mami)
Colombia y Puerto Rico, baby
Maluma, baby
Esas voces no fallan, mamacita
Ovy On The Drums
Un capítulo más de (uoh, uoh, uoh)
Maluma, baby
AKA Papi Juancho
Dímelo, Edge
Por ti, no tocaría ni una botella
The Bottle (feat. Maluma)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Maluma, baby
(J Quiles)
Ay, Justin Quiles, baby
For you, my love
Maluma
I'm tired, tired of searching
In other kisses, lips that are not yours
I lie to myself and say I won't go look for her
But, shortly after, I go to find her
Again to find her
Again to find her (yeah, yeah)
Sobriety comes looking for me
And always takes too long and can't wait (Maluma, baby), yeah
She has a Dom Pérignon to hypnotize me
She got me drunk again
But if she were here
I wouldn't touch another bottle
I leave the party
I clean up everything for her
But if she were here
I wouldn't touch another bottle
I leave the party
I clean up everything for her
(Ay, Justin Quiles, baby)
I leave the party, baby, for your body
Without you, I'm poor, even being a millionaire
On social media, I saw you, some photos in Paris
And I, like crazy, wishing to be there
I look at you and I don't know what you're thinking
My mind is twisted
Baby, you drive me crazy
I don't want to imagine what it's not (it's not)
I look at you and I don't know what you're thinking
My mind is twisted
I don't want to imagine what it's not
Baby, you drive me crazy (crazy)
She has a Dom Pérignon to hypnotize me
She got me drunk again
But if she were here
I wouldn't touch another bottle
I leave the party
I clean up everything for her
But if she were here
I wouldn't touch another bottle (another bottle)
I leave the party
I clean up everything for her
I've been through Hawaii and Madrid (yeah, yeah)
I've fucked how many asses out there
But none would give their life for mine
The way you did for me
I've thrown a thousand prayers to God
Asking for you to come back, but there's no progress
It hurts that I lost in your body the excess
And not having you led me to excesses
Baby, that's why I drink and smoke 24/7 (yeah)
My mom worried because I'm out of control
They say I'm out there looking for luck
But I'm sure, baby, you're different
She has a Dom Pérignon to hypnotize me
She got me drunk again
But if she were here
I wouldn't touch another bottle
I leave the party
I clean up everything for her
But if she were here
I wouldn't touch another bottle (another bottle)
I leave the party
I clean up everything for her (for her)
(Ovy On The Drums)
I leave the party, I leave everything (yeah, yeah)
Maluma, baby (yeah, yeah)
Justin Quiles (ay, Justin Quiles, baby)
Colombia and Puerto Rico, baby
Maluma, baby
Those voices never fail, baby
Ovy On The Drums
Another chapter of (uoh, uoh, uoh)
Maluma, baby
AKA Papi Juancho
Tell me, Edge
For you, I wouldn't touch a bottle
Escrita por: Ovy On The Drums / The KristoMan / Maluma / Justin Quiles / Rafael Simon Meza