La Dama (part. Cosculluela)
Salgo pa' la calle sin permiso
Desatada, tengo mi bebé y no le aviso
En mi bolsillo, un par de cigarrillos
Entrando en la disco, enseguida organizo
La botella, póngala en la mesa
La G te come, pero no te besa
La botella, póngala en la mesa
La G te come, pero no te besa
Quiere que lo hagamos en la discoteca
Tráiganle un vaso de whisky
Que apenas bailando este disco peca
La prepa se trepa
Quiere que lo hagamos en la discoteca
Tráiganle un vaso de whisky
Que apenas bailando este disco peca
La prepa se trepa
Baby
Lo de ella no es una propaganda, es una prepaganda
Si ella corona, corona toda la banda
Van detrás del peso, sin amores ni besos
Por eso, explicó bien el proceso
Resumido, no tiene marido
Los 20 cumplidos y no me le hablen de cupido
Ni tampoco de San Valentín, las pacas sin fin
El único novio es Cristian, de apellido Louis Vuitton
La Supreme, cuando va pa'l mall, viste sport
Ella pide champagne, pero no bebe alcohol
En Nueva York de la 5ª Avenida, los coats
Y si está en el 3-0-5, las pillas en Lincoln Road
Tiene su expediente
Aunque tú no seas soltero
No son diez ni veinte
Está puesta pa'l ticket entero
Quiere que lo hagamos en la discoteca
Tráiganle un vaso de whisky
Que apenas bailando este disco peca
La prepa se trepa
Quiere que lo hagamos en la discoteca
Tráiganle un vaso de whisky
Que apenas bailando este disco peca
La prepa se trepa
Salgo con mis amigas, bien clean, fat ass
Huelo bien, visto bien, estamos claras
La envidia por la calle dispara
Pero no importa, solo vestimos Gucci
Ya no compramos en Zara
Soy la mala que a todas opaca
Y por eso me tachan
La vida me ha obligado a ser así
Ese no fue el destino que yo elegí
He amado, he sufrido
Mil problemas también he tenido
Es que a pesar de todo yo sonrio
Porque de lo malo ya yo me río
Tiene su expediente
Aunque tú no seas soltero
No son diez ni veinte
Está puesta pa'l ticket entero
Quiere que lo hagamos en la discoteca
Tráiganle un vaso de whisky
Que apenas bailando este disco peca
La prepa se trepa
Quiere que lo hagamos en la discoteca
Tráiganle un vaso de whisky
Que apenas bailando este disco peca
La prepa se trepa
Karol G
El Princi
Ovy On The Drums
(O-O-Ovy On The Drums)
Montana
El Mueka
Y no importa su fama
Así es el panorama
Una dama es una dama
En la calle o en la cama
The Lady (feat. Cosculluela)
I'm hitting the streets without asking permission
Unhinged, I've got my baby and I'm not warning him
In my bag, a couple of joints
Entering the club, getting it together
The bottle, put it on the table
The G devours you, but she doesn't kiss you
The bottle, put it on the table
The G devours you, but she doesn't kiss you
She wants us to do it in the club
Bring her a glass of whisky
'Cause as soon as she's dancing, she's sinning in this club
The schoolgirl climbs up
She wants us to do it in the club
Bring her a glass of whisky
'Cause as soon as she's dancing, she's sinning in this club
The schoolgirl climbs up
Baby
What she has is not propaganda, it's a prepaganda
If she wins, the whole crew wins
The prize is pursued, without love or kisses
Hence why the process was explained so well
Basically, she has no husband
She's over 20, and don't talk to me about Cupid
Nor about Valentine's Day, the endless bundles
The only boyfriend is Christian, with the last name Louis Vuitton
Supreme, when she goes to the mall, she dresses sporty
She orders champagne but doesn't drink alcohol
The coats on Fifth Avenue in New York
And yes, they're on the 305, on Lincoln Road
She's got you figured out
Even though you aren't single
It's not ten or twenty
She's ready for the whole ticket
She wants us to do it in the club
Bring her a glass of whisky
'Cause as soon as she's dancing, she's sinning in this club
The schoolgirl climbs up
She wants us to do it in the club
Bring her a glass of whisky
'Cause as soon as she's dancing, she's sinning in this club
The schoolgirl climbs up
I'm going out with my girls, super clean, phat ass
I smell good, I'm dressed well, we're good
I shoot down the haters in the street
But I don't care, I just wear Gucci
We no longer shop at Zara
I'm the bad girl that everyone hates
And that's why they try me
Life has obligated me to be this way
That wasn't the destiny I chose
I've loved, I've suffered
I've had a thousand problems, too
In spite of it all, I'm smiling
Because the bad stuff makes me laugh now
She's got you figured out
Even though you aren't single
It's not ten or twenty
She's ready for the whole ticket
She wants us to do it in the club
Bring her a glass of whisky
'Cause as soon as she's dancing, she's sinning in this club
The schoolgirl climbs up
She wants us to do it in the club
Bring her a glass of whisky
'Cause as soon as she's dancing, she's sinning in this club
The schoolgirl climbs up
Karol G
The Prince
Ovy On The Drums
(O-O-Ovy On The Drums)
Montana
El Mueka
And fame doesn't matter
That's how it looks
A lady is a lady
In the streets or in bed
Escrita por: Cosculluela, Karol G, Ovy On The Drums, Gabriel Alexander Pinto Medina, Jorge Luis Zambrano Caraballo