BELLAKEO (part. Anitta)
Salió de su casa con la mente encendida
Hoy discutió con el otro
Me la dejó servida
Ya llama de una para recogerla
Plan B en la radio, canta con sus nenas
Unos shots de Clase Azul y vamos directo al club
Porque ella solo quiere, eh
Toa' la noche bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que-que-que-queo
Bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que, eh
Toa' la noche bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que-que-que
Bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que
Quedarme pegada en la pared
DJ, súbele al perreo
Me gusta que me den como es
Y toa' la noche bellaqueo
Todo mundo quiere acercarse a mí
Pero yo no quiero a nadie
Es que cuando tú lo mueves así
El ambiente se pone peligroso
Pa' hacer fresquerías
Papi, tú 'tás duro, ya tú lo sabías
Tú eres mucho más de lo que pedía
Quién diría que esta noche pasaría
Y no requiere el aval de nadie
Ella dice, eh-eh-eh
Unos shots de Clase Azul y vamos directo al club
Porque ella solo quiere, eh
Toa' la noche bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que-que-que-queo
Bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que, eh
Toa' la noche bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que-que-que-queo
Bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que, eh
Dale, bebé, hasta abajo
Y que el piso se desarme
Camina con las Yeezy, repartiendo los cristales
Domina toa' la clase
Pero cuando está conmigo, se derrite y se deshace
Nenita, báilele
Desaparézcame
Correcaminos, explotando como un TNT
Tú bellaqueándome
Yo bellaqueando al cien
Mamita, sin mucho pensarlo, me voy con usted
Nenita, báilele
Desaparézcame
Correcaminos, explotando como un TNT
Tú bellaqueándome
Yo bellaqueando al cien
Mamita, sin mucho pensarlo, me voy con usted
Quedarme pegada en la pared
DJ, súbele al perreo
Me gusta que me den como es
Toa' la noche bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que-que-que-queo
Bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo, bellaqueo
Bellaque-que-que-que-eh
Anitta, Anitta, ah
Peso, Peso Pluma
Pura doble P
(Ah, toma, papi)
(Toma, toma, ah-ah)
(Toma, toma, toma)
(Toma, toma, ah-ah)
(Toma)
Flirting (feat. Anitta)
She left her house with her mind on fire
Today she argued with the other
She left it for me
She calls right away to pick her up
Plan B on the radio, singing with her girls
A few shots of Clase Azul and we go straight to the club
Because she just wants, hey
All night flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting-flirting
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting, hey
All night flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting-flirting
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting
To stay stuck to the wall
DJ, turn up the reggaeton
I like to be treated like that
And all night flirting
Everyone wants to get close to me
But I don't want anyone
It's just that when you move like that
The atmosphere gets dangerous
To do some cool stuff
Daddy, you're tough, you already knew
You are much more than I asked for
Who would have thought this night would happen
And it doesn't require anyone's approval
She says, eh-eh-eh
A few shots of Clase Azul and we go straight to the club
Because she just wants, hey
All night flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting-flirting
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting, hey
All night flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting-flirting
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting, hey
Go ahead, baby, all the way down
And let the floor fall apart
Walk with the Yeezys, handing out the crystals
Master of the class
But when she's with me, she melts and dissolves
Little girl, dance for him
Make me disappear
Roadrunner, exploding like TNT
You flirting with me
I flirting at full throttle
Mommy, without much thought, I'm going with you
Little girl, dance for him
Make me disappear
Roadrunner, exploding like TNT
You flirting with me
I flirting at full throttle
Mommy, without much thought, I'm going with you
To stay stuck to the wall
DJ, turn up the reggaeton
I like to be treated like that
All night flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting-flirting
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting
Flirting-flirting-flirting, hey
Anitta, Anitta, ah
Weight, Featherweight
Pure double P
(Ah, take it, daddy)
(Take, take, ah-ah)
(Take, take, take)
(Take, take, ah-ah)
(Take)
Escrita por: Mario Caceres / Peso Pluma / Jorge Milliano / Juan Daniel Arias / Juan Diego Medina / Omar Jose Pulido Vicari / Ángel Sandoval