Le Gustan Lo Flaites (remix) (part. El Joan, Celso, Agus, Ecko, Julianno Sosa, Look Dc, Gusty DJ & Lalo DJ)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, no-no-no
Me gusta ese maldito
Y a él le gusto yo desde que es fan de este culito
Desde que e' un chamaquito
Y tus padre' no me quieren
No me quieren ver contigo
Porque dicen que soy flaite
Y que tengo enemigo' (ah, eh, El Joan)
Y a ella le gustan lo' flaite', por eso la robo
Le gustan los maldito' que andan tapizado' en oro
Que la lleven pa' Europa, pero su taita antichoro
Y a ella le gustan lo' flaite', por eso la robo
Le gustan los maldito' que andan tapizado' en oro
Que la lleven pa' Europa, pero su taita antichoro
Ella siempre me llama porque soy el que le gusta
Pa' que vaya de una, se lo introduzca
Me dice que me quiere pero a su padre le asusta que
Este flaitecito de noche a ella se la robe
Pero me tiene de frente y no dice na'
Hoy te rescato en la Merecedes tinteá'
Que no se metan ni tu mai', ma, ni tu taita
Porque esta noche conmigo te va'
A mí me gustan los flaite', por eso lo robo
Me gustan los maldito' que andan tapizado' en oro
Me lo llevo pa' Europa, con mi canto lo enamoro
Me dice que le gusta hacerlo cuando no hay testigo'
Lo monto pa' la troca, lo convierto en mi marido
Pero el nene e' flaite, e' un maldito
Me deja loca con solo darme un besito
Me toca abajo de la falda
Mientra' bien despacito a ti yo te muevo las nalga'
Te bailo hasta que lo de adentro se te salga
La noche entera te la regalo de pana
Tienes tu corte culiao', que a mí me mata
Nos vamo' pa' la Europa, explotemo' la tarjeta
[?] Mirando corte fan
Toda' la' historia' que comparto contigo en el Instagram
Hoy en la TT te busco y así te seduzco
Despué' lo introduzco, hay tal truco
Llegamo' a la disco, flow mafioso Al Capone
La pistola encima, las puta' y los cadenone'
A ella le gustan los flaite', los turro', los rocho', los bravo'
Pone de cara de demonia cuando se lo hago
Otro trago y nos vamo', a mi nena la halago
Todo lo que me pida se lo pago
A ella le gustan lo' flaite', le gustan los turro'
Me pide que pase a la medianoche con el coche por la casa
Para que la lleve para el perreo
Quiere-Quiere perreo
Toma perreo, toma-toma perreo
Cuando mi tema sonó, ella hasta bajo le dio
Y su ex me cruzó y se dio cuenta que perdió
Me la robé, eh-eh
Quiere que le meta como e', eh-eh
Quiere que descorche otro Moët, eh-eh
Su gato se mete y se muere, eh-eh
Prr-prr, di un fuletazo
Para ese culo grande pego un cachetazo
Prr-prr-prr, di un fuletazo
Para ese culo grandote
Y a ella le gustan lo' flaite', por eso la robo
Le gustan los maldito' que andan tapizado' en oro
Que la lleven pa' Europa, pero su taita antichoro (ey, ey, Celso)
Ella vive en Nordelta pero le gustan los turro' que andan metiendo mano
Le gustan los de Fuerte Apache y los flaite' de to' los pantano'
Y no le gustan lo' hijito' de papi
Le gustan los maldito' que andan con el ki (El Potente, ey)
Y dime si quieres venirte conmigo
Yo sé que tú quiere' un flaite como yo
Que ande montado en el maquinón
Y-Y en la calle
A ella le gustan los flaite', los turro' que carguen pistola'
La paso a buscar colgando en la motora
Soy el flaite que a ella la descontrola
No la quiero pa' rato, la quiero [?]
A ella le gustan lo' flaite' con corte elegante
No le gustan los cuico', le gustan lo' asaltante' (ah-ah)
'Toy afuera de tu puerta
Yo soy el que quiere, por dentro ya no te mienta'
Te llevo pa' tu casa por la noche, 'tate atenta
Deja la ventana abierta
Que me vo'a meter despué' que pase la tormenta
Tú me dice', yo te busco a cualquier hora
Tú sabe' que soy el gangster que te enamora
Tú solo dile a tu papá que vuelvo en par de hora'
Me llevo tu corazón, soy el que te roba
La gente hablando de su criterio
Y yo soy el que a ti te quiere en serio
A ella le gustan lo' flaite', [?]
A ella le gustan los que viajan el mundo entero
No le gustan charlatane' y peliculero'
Quiere hacerlo en una cama llena 'e dinero
A ella le gusta un menorcito que le compre oro
Me prefiere a mí, no a ese bobo
Le dijo a su pai que iba a dormir y yo la robo
Como un delincuente, y la hago venir a chorro'
Se la saco y en la cara la pidió
Yo le hago lo que no le hace ese bobo
Sé que tu taita no quiere pero tú a mí me prefiere' de pololo
Baby, hoy te paso a buscar en camioneta
A ella le gusta como brilla mi roleta
Su padre está re anti, el noviecito re corneta
Pero ninguno va a evitar que te lo meta
Baby, hoy te paso a buscar en camioneta
A ella le gusta como brilla mi roleta
¿Quién es el turro que le gustaban las cheta'?
Look DC rompiendo la discoteca
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Agus
898, Julianno Sosa
Look DC
E-E-E-ECKO
Ma, yeah, El Joan
Ey, ey, Celso El Potente
Dímelo, Gusty
Dímelo, Lalo
Gusty DJ para vos
Los verdadero' flaite'
She Likes The Flaites (remix) (feat. El Joan, Celso, Agus, Ecko, Julianno Sosa, Look Dc, Gusty DJ & Lalo DJ)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, no-no-no
I like that damn thing
And he likes me since he's a fan of this ass
Since he was a little boy
And your parents don't love me
They don't want to see me with you
Because they say I'm a flaite
And I have an enemy' (ah, eh, El Joan)
And she likes the 'flaite', that's why I stole her
He likes the damn ones that are covered in gold
Take her to Europe, but her father is a thief
And she likes the 'flaite', that's why I stole her
He likes the damn ones that are covered in gold
Take her to Europe, but her father is a thief
She always calls me because I'm the one she likes
So that it goes straight away, introduce it to him
He tells me he loves me but his father is scared that
This little flaitecito at night stole her from me
But he's facing me and he doesn't say anything
Today I rescue you in the tinted Mercedes
Don't let your mom, mommy, or dad get involved
Because tonight you're with me
I like flaite', that's why I steal it
I like the damn ones that are covered in gold
I'll take him to Europe, I'll make him fall in love with my singing
He tells me that he likes to do it when there is no witness
I put him on the truck, I turn him into my husband
But the kid is a jerk, he's a bastard
He drives me crazy just by giving me a kiss
It touches me under the skirt
While I slowly move your buttocks
I'll dance for you until what's inside comes out
I'll give you the whole night as a gift
You have your fucking haircut, it kills me
We're going to Europe, we're going to use the card
[?] Looking at fan cut
All the history I share with you on Instagram
Today on the TT I look for you and thus I seduce you
Then I introduce it, there is such a trick
We arrived at the disco, Al Capone mafia flow
The gun on top, the whores and the chains
She likes the flaite', the turro', the rocho', the bravo'
She makes a demonic face when I do it to her
Another drink and we're off, I flatter my girl
I will pay you for everything you ask me for
She likes the 'flaite', she likes the turro'
He asks me to drive by the house at midnight
So that he can take her for the perreo
Want-Want to perreo
Take perreo, take-take perreo
When my song came on, she even gave it a low
And his ex crossed me and realized that he lost
I stole it, eh-eh
He wants me to put it in him like that, eh-eh
He wants me to uncork another Moët, eh-eh
Your cat gets in and dies, eh-eh
Prr-prr, I hit the ball
For that big ass I slap
Prr-prr-prr, I hit the ball
For that big ass
And she likes the 'flaite', that's why I stole her
He likes the damn ones that are covered in gold
Take her to Europe, but her father is a thief (hey, hey, Celso)
She lives in Nordelta but she likes the thugs who are touching her
He likes those from Fuerte Apache and the flaite' from all the swamps
And he doesn't like daddy's little boys
He likes the damn ones who walk with the ki (The Powerful One, ey)
And tell me if you want to come with me
I know you want a flaite like me
Let him ride on the big machine
YY on the street
She likes flaite', turro' who carry a gun'
I'll pick her up hanging on the motorcycle
I am the flaite that makes her lose control
I don't want her for a while, I want her [?]
She likes 'flaite' with an elegant cut
He doesn't like cuicos, he likes muggers (ah-ah)
'I'm outside your door
I am the one who wants, inside I will not lie to you anymore'
I'll take you home at night, be careful
Leave the window open
What am I going to do after the storm passes?
You tell me, I'll look for you at any time
You know I'm the gangster you fall in love with
You just tell your dad I'll be back in a couple of hours
I take your heart, I'm the one who steals it
People talking about their criteria
And I'm the one who really loves you
She likes the 'flaite', [?]
She likes those who travel the whole world
He doesn't like charlatans and movie-goers
He wants to do it in a bed full of money
She likes a little boy who buys her gold
She prefers me, not that fool
She told her dad she was going to sleep and I stole her
Like a criminal, and I make her come in torrents'
I took it out and asked for it to her face
I do to him what that fool doesn't do to him
I know your father doesn't want to, but you prefer me as a boyfriend
Baby, I'll pick you up in a van today
She likes how my roulette shines
His father is very anti, his boyfriend is very horny
But no one is going to stop me from putting it in you
Baby, I'll pick you up in a van today
She likes how my roulette shines
Who is the guy who liked the cheta'?
DC look breaking the disco
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Agus
898, Julianno Sosa
DC Look
EEE-ECKO
Ma, yeah, El Joan
Hey, hey, Celso the Powerful
Tell me, Gusty
Tell me, Lalo
Gusty DJ for you
The real 'flaite'
Escrita por: Ecko, Agus Padilla, Gusty Dj, Look Dc, Juliano Sosa, El Joan, Celso El Potente, Lalo Dj