Bellakita (part. Victor Mendivil)
Que trae ganas de bailar, eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
Yo su loco y ella, mi loquita
Pa' seguir de fiesta, que no pare, amanezca
Que yo traigo paca para lo que se te ofrezca
En Miami, en L.A., ¿cuánto cuesta?
Que tú sabes que al stage vamos de fiesta
Que trae ganas de bailar, a la baby eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita y se va a desquitar
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo se va a misa
(Y en la high school, ella ya era una fresquita)
Ya nadie la va a parar, desde que le rompieron el corazón, no ha sido igual
Con el que se le antoje se va de party, va a chingar
Con escote cortito, la miran, que no falte la putifaldita
A-a-a-a
A ella le gustan los cholos vagos, se le nota
Por eso, en el cinto, yo siempre traigo dos cortas
Fajado en la calle, fajado en la disco, ¿importa?
Se pone loquito y la 9 se le nota
Tumbado el pantalón, por supuesto
Porque las dos Glock cargan buen peso
Me gusta que me abrace y que sienta los hierros
La Deadpool, la del boss, o los fierros
Me gusta que me baile
Cuando estamos en la cama, ella no sale
Que le ponga un tubo en el cuarto y tirarle puro billete de cien
Ella dice: Make it rain, que se siéntela mirrey (ah)
Que trae ganas de bailar, eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
Yo su loco y ella, mi loquita
Pa' seguir de fiesta, que no pare, amanezca
Que yo traigo paca para lo que se te ofrezca
En Miami, en L.A., ¿cuánto cuesta?
Que trae ganas de bailar, y eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
No le mete freno, adicta a lo bueno
Seguí de embrunelo, negro es su pelo
Y enrola su mota ella sola
Gas pimienta y también la pistola
Malacostumbrada, la bebé ya no me pide rosas
Ahora solo collar, no piensa en otras cosas
Carros, diamantes, quiere operaciones
Un Cartier de oro, fincas, intenciones
Delante de tu vato, sabes que te tiro el sable
Si estás conmigo, no me gusta que te hable
Me acompañas al cuarto si tu cel ocupa un cable
Lo que tú y yo tenemos siempre va a ser envidiable
Desde cada que va al antro, que manden varias botellas
Pero no las acepta, porque se las paga ella
Le fascina las armas, la niña tiene en sus huellas
Una putifresa que no se parece a ellas (a ellas)
Que trae ganas de bailar, eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
Yo su loco y ella, mi loquita
Pa' seguir de fiesta, que no pare, amanezca
Que yo traigo paca para lo que se te ofrezca
En Miami, en L.A., ¿cuánto cuesta?
Y trae ganas de bailar, compa Nata
Nos jalamos a la verga
Su compa Victor Mendivil
Puro Ri—
Puro Rico o Muerto, a la verga
Party Girl (feat. Victor Mendivil)
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one
I’m her crazy guy and she’s my wild girl
Let’s keep the party going, don’t stop, let’s stay up all night
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
You know we’re hitting the stage for a party
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young and she’s ready to make up for it
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
(And in high school, she was already a wild one)
No one can stop her, since her heart got broken, she’s not the same
With whoever she wants, she’s going to party, she’s going to get laid
In a short top, they stare, don’t forget the little tease
A-a-a-a
She likes the bad boys, it shows
That’s why I always carry two guns in my belt
Strapped on the street, strapped in the club, who cares?
She gets wild and the 9mm shows
Pants hanging low, of course
Because both Glocks pack a good punch
I like it when she hugs me and feels the steel
The Deadpool, the boss’s girl, or the iron
I like it when she dances for me
When we’re in bed, she doesn’t leave
Put a pole in the room and throw down stacks of hundreds
She says: Make it rain, let it feel like a king (ah)
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one
I’m her crazy guy and she’s my wild girl
Let’s keep the party going, don’t stop, let’s stay up all night
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
She’s got the urge to dance, and no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one
She doesn’t hold back, addicted to the good life
Still rolling, her hair is black
And she rolls her own weed
Pepper spray and also the gun
Spoiled, the baby doesn’t ask me for roses anymore
Now it’s just jewelry, she doesn’t think about other things
Cars, diamonds, she wants operations
A gold Cartier, estates, intentions
In front of your dude, you know I’ll pull the sword
If you’re with me, I don’t like you talking to him
You come to the room if your phone needs a charge
What we have will always be enviable
Every time she goes to the club, they send several bottles
But she doesn’t accept them, because she pays for them herself
She loves guns, the girl has her fingerprints
A party girl that doesn’t look like the others (like the others)
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday, going all out, and on Sunday, she goes to church
In high school, she was already a wild one
I’m her crazy guy and she’s my wild girl
Let’s keep the party going, don’t stop, let’s stay up all night
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
And she’s got the urge to dance, my friend Nata
We’re going all out
Her friend Victor Mendivil
All about the
All about the Rich or Dead, let’s go!
Escrita por: Natanael Cano / Christian Palacios / Dirrty