Flores Pa Ti (part. Becky G y Luísa Sonza)
Uh-uh
The número uno, Papatinho
Ey, tú podrás jugar con otras
Pero no joderme a mí, no
Por si no te diste cuenta, papi, soy como Al Pacino
Habla y suena ra-ta-ta
Ain't sayin' shit, what you talkin' 'bout?
Me miente, luego me llora, bla, bla, ja, ja
You like roses, you like daisies, lilies
Maybe tulips 'cause you actin' silly (So silly, prr)
Si me va' a mandar más flores, son pa' ti (Son pa' ti)
Son pa' ti porque estás muerto para mí (Para mí)
Pensaste que iba a estar llorando por ti (No, papi)
Flores pa' ti porque estás muerto pa' mí (Mmm, yah, yah)
Essa vagabunda na tua cama
Mamacita que tu gama, sentadona manhosa (Uh)
Você é brasileira gostosa
Eles falam que é foda, safadinha, maldosa, ah
Eles me perguntam: Quem é você?
Todo bar que eu entro querem me comer
Todos seus amigos sonham em me ter
Eles batem uma só de me ver (E o quê?)
Nem adianta vir atrás (Esquece)
Só anda comigo quem (Merece)
Teve sorte de me ter na vida
Cê não percebeu que eu tô acima?
Bossy bitch, goddamn
Meu nome é Luísa (She's so Brazilian)
Bossy bitch, goddamn
Quién manda es la chica
Si me va' a mandar más flores, son pa' ti (Son pa' ti)
Son pa' ti porque estás muerto para mí (Para mí)
Pensaste que iba a estar llorando por ti (No, papi, mhm)
Flores pa' ti porque estás muerto pa' mí (Mmm, yah, yah)
Mmm
Jajajaja
Jaja
Oh-oh
The número uno, Papatinho
Flowers For You (feat. Becky G and Luísa Sonza)
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The number one, Papatinho
Hey, you may play with others
But don't mess with me, no
In case you didn't notice, daddy, I'm like Al Pacino
Talk and it sounds rat-a-tat
Ain't sayin' shit, what you talkin' 'bout?
He lies to me, then cries to me, blah, blah, ha, ha
You like roses, you like daisies, lilies
Maybe tulips 'cause you actin' silly (So silly, prr)
If you're gonna send me more flowers, they're for you (They're for you)
They're for you because you're dead to me (To me)
You thought I'd be crying over you (No, daddy)
Flowers for you because you're dead to me (Mmm, yeah, yeah)
That slut in your bed
Mamacita, your range, sitting down, spoiled (Uh)
You're a hot Brazilian
They say it's fucking, naughty, malicious, ah
They ask me: Who are you?
Every bar I go to, they want to fuck me
All your friends dream of having me
They jerk off just by seeing me (And what?)
There's no point in coming after me (Forget it)
Only those who walk with me (Deserve it)
Were lucky to have me in life
You didn't realize I'm above?
Bossy bitch, goddamn
My name is Luísa (She's so Brazilian)
Bossy bitch, goddamn
The one in charge is the girl
If you're gonna send me more flowers, they're for you (They're for you)
They're for you because you're dead to me (To me)
You thought I'd be crying over you (No, daddy, mhm)
Flowers for you because you're dead to me (Mmm, yeah, yeah)
Mmm
Hahaha
Haha
Oh-oh
The number one, Papatinho
Escrita por: Becky G / Luísa Sonza / Papatinho / Worldwide Fresh / Carolzinha / Sara Schell / Gabriel Morant Lopes de Souza