Original Raxeta (part. Chulimane)
[La Joaqui]
A esa raxet le molesta que usemos poca ropa
Pasamos caminando a su boy se le cae la boca
Me regala droga pa' que le baile bien loca
Tu novio me desea porque me le hago la otra
Yo soy trapera de verdad
Tu perro es mi gato de verdad
Que pinte partusa no pasa na'
Total mañana no recuerdo na'
Culo gigante
Yo quiero perrearte
Yo quiero forrear
Yo quiero bailar
Hasta que los quilombos dejen de importarme
De verdad, de verdad, de verdad
Yo digo muchas mentiras esa es la verdad
No creas en mi cara de ángel, pa
Que detrás de las alitas se esconde toa la maldad
Dame duro, dame fuerte
Vos sacate
Esta noche sos nuestro
Y esa rocha que se mate
Pa' arriba y pa' bajo
Hasta que te me deshidrate
Voy a darte hasta el martes
Así que papi preparate
Original raxeta
Air max, culo afuera, cadenita y poca teta
Original raxeta, de la street
Quiero salir en playboy en tanga como Lil Kim
[Chulimane]
Lo bueno pasó de moda
Ahora la moda nos busca a nosotras
Joaquinha y Chulimane
A tu novia se le cae la cola
Alta lagartona (alta lagartona)
Como yo nadie lo enrola (nadie lo enrola)
Tengo a tu boy en mi cama
Yo bailándole hasta la mañana
Me dice que me extraña
Y yo zarpada en mala
¿No me conocés?
Yo soy Chulimane
No tengo sentimientos, tengo OCB
Tengo el relleno, pasame el papel
Que me lo fumo mientras bailo twerk
Eso del amor me empezó a aburrir
Por eso empecé a hacerlo sufrir
Tu novia promete serte fiel
Hoy ser fiel es como perder
No te enrosqués
Venite a mi casa
Te saco el estrés
Venite conmigo
Apagá el fono
Modo after sex (modo after sex)
Uno son pocos
La cosa es de a dos
Pero de a tres la pasamos mejor
Uno son pocos
La cosa es de a dos
Pero de a tres la pasamos mejor
(La pasamos mejor)
(Pasamos mejor)
Original Ratchet (feat. Chulimane)
[La Joaqui]
That ratchet girl is bothered by us wearing little clothes
We walk by and her boyfriend's jaw drops
She gives me drugs so I can dance crazy
Your boyfriend desires me because I act like the other girl
I'm a real trap artist
Your dog is really my cat
If we throw a party, nothing happens
Because tomorrow I won't remember anything
Giant ass
I want to twerk on you
I want to show off
I want to dance
Until I stop caring about the mess
For real, for real, for real
I tell a lot of lies, that's the truth
Don't believe my angel face
Because behind the wings all the evil hides
Hit me hard, hit me strong
You get out
Tonight you're ours
And that chick can go crazy
Up and down
Until you dehydrate
I'll give it to you until Tuesday
So daddy, get ready
Original ratchet
Air max, ass out, little chain and little tit
Original ratchet, from the street
I want to be in Playboy in a thong like Lil Kim
[Chulimane]
The good things are out of fashion
Now fashion looks for us
Joaquinha and Chulimane
Your girlfriend's jaw drops
High lizard (high lizard)
No one rolls it like me (no one rolls it)
I have your boy in my bed
Me dancing with him until morning
He tells me he misses me
And I'm so bad
Don't you know me?
I'm Chulimane
I don't have feelings, I have OCB
I have the filling, pass me the paper
I smoke it while twerking
Love started to bore me
That's why I started making him suffer
Your girlfriend promises to be faithful to you
Today being faithful is like losing
Don't get tangled up
Come to my house
I'll relieve your stress
Come with me
Turn off your phone
After sex mode (after sex mode)
One is not enough
It's better with two
But with three we have more fun
One is not enough
It's better with two
But with three we have more fun
(We have more fun)
(We have more fun)
Escrita por: Chulimane / Joaquinha Lerena