te pongo mal(prendelo) (part. Jowell y Randy)
Yo sé que me quieres comer (ya lo sé)
Por favor, no te enamores (ya lo sé)
Yo quiero sudar, papi, quiero gritar
No veo los aburridos llenos de envidia
Tengo un flow que vale oro
Se te nota, quieres probar
Un poco de mi tesoro
No te vayas a obsesionar
Piénsalo si tú te quieres quemar
Préndelo y se va a calentar
Siéntelo, que yo te pongo mal
Préndelo, préndelo
Piénsalo si tú te quieres quemar
Préndelo y se va a calentar
Siéntelo, que yo te pongo mal
Préndelo, préndelo
Piénsalo, quiero que lo pienses ya
Que lo que a ti te dicen es verdad
Sé que no te puedes controlar
I could see it from a mile away
Cuando me miras con esos ojos
Papacito, ay, qué rico cuando te toco
Un poquito aguardiente, limón y sal
Bitch, don't talk to me, sabes que me caes mal (mal, mal, mal, mal)
Enrolas y aquí prende (prende)
Mi vibra con la indo, siempre fumo verde (verde)
Fina en tu casa y en la calle, una rebelde
Tú no lo besa', tú lo muerde'
Ponte creativa (papi, no sea' grosero)
Que la máquina será de sativa
Este perreo altiva
La pepa que te di te puso sensitiva (es que soy sensitiva)
Yeah, se pone demonia con mi sateo
Dobla, mete y saca en el guayeteo
Piénsalo y siéntelo (vive el bellaqueo)
Late por mí y no le he da'o ni de'o
Si me vas a hablar, háblame con respeto
Después que te bloqueo, comienza el bellaqueo
A mí me dicen la jefa o dicen muñeca deliciosa
A veces me dicen loca
A veces te digo que no te necesito a ti
Pero tú sabes que te quiero pa' mí
Si tú me quieres, acelera, papi
Pero yo nunca necesitaba a ti (ok, ok), necesitabas de mí (ok, ok)
Quiero probar contigo un par de técnica'
Estirarte como si fuera elástica
Grabarte como si tú fuera' pornográfica
Y virarte como figura geométrica
Baby, pon la mano en la pared, eh
A soltarte como es, eh
Qué clase de bellaquera tengo contigo
Papi, yo te lo repito
Piénsalo si tú te quieres quemar (bellaca)
Préndelo y se va a calentar (Jowell)
Siéntelo, que yo te pongo mal (Randy Nota Loca)
Préndelo, préndelo
Piénsalo si tú te quieres quemar
Préndelo y se va a calentar
Siéntelo, que yo te pongo mal
Préndelo, préndelo (Kali Uchis)
I make you bad (turn it on) (feat. Jowell and Randy)
I know you want to eat me (I know it already)
Please, don't fall in love (I know it already)
I want to sweat, daddy, I want to scream
I don't see the boring ones full of envy
I have a flow worth gold
It shows, you want to try
A bit of my treasure
Don't get obsessed
Think about it if you want to burn
Turn it on and it will heat up
Feel it, I make you bad
Turn it on, turn it on
Think about it if you want to burn
Turn it on and it will heat up
Feel it, I make you bad
Turn it on, turn it on
Think about it, I want you to think now
That what they tell you is true
I know you can't control yourself
I could see it from a mile away
When you look at me with those eyes
Daddy, oh, how nice when I touch you
A little aguardiente, lemon, and salt
Bitch, don't talk to me, you know I don't like you (bad, bad, bad, bad)
You roll it and here it lights up
My vibe with the indo, I always smoke green (green)
Fine at your house and on the street, a rebel
You don't kiss it, you bite it
Get creative (daddy, don't be rude)
The machine will be sativa
This perreo is haughty
The pill I gave you made you sensitive (I'm sensitive)
Yeah, it gets demonic with my teasing
Fold, insert, and remove in the guayeteo
Think about it and feel it (live the party)
Beat for me and I haven't given you anything
If you're going to talk to me, talk to me with respect
After I block you, the party starts
They call me the boss or say delicious doll
Sometimes they call me crazy
Sometimes I tell you I don't need you
But you know I want you for me
If you want me, speed up, daddy
But I never needed you (ok, ok), you needed me (ok, ok)
I want to try a couple of techniques with you
Stretch you as if you were elastic
Record you as if you were pornographic
And turn you like a geometric figure
Baby, put your hand on the wall, eh
To let go as it is, eh
What kind of party I have with you
Daddy, I repeat it to you
Think about it if you want to burn (naughty)
Turn it on and it will heat up (Jowell)
Feel it, I make you bad (Randy Nota Loca)
Turn it on, turn it on
Think about it if you want to burn
Turn it on and it will heat up
Feel it, I make you bad
Turn it on, turn it on (Kali Uchis)
Escrita por: Randy Ortiz / Marco Masis / Joel Muñox / Cristina Chiluiza / Manuel Lara / Kali Uchis / Miguel Ángel