Dardos (part. Romeo Santos)
Por poquito, te olvido de verdad, y había dejado la bebida
La señal que continúa mi mala racha, tus llamadas perdidas
Quisiera creer que yo te puedo ignorar, que no importas tanto
Mi dignidad es un tablero en la pared donde tú tiras dardos
Para ser más sincero y certero
Mi signo de Cáncer es muy vulnerable para un Leo
Puede que sea por Venus que no puedo
Apagar las llamas, y así me quemo en tu fuego
Ámame, solo un CC por lo menos
Quiéreme, nada má' un chinchín, te lo ruego
Cuidado, no abuses demasiado (demasiado)
Comprobado, tú eres un caramelo envenenado
Ámame, solo un CC por lo menos
Quiéreme, nada má' un chinchín, te lo ruego
Me han voceado: Bachatero aficiado (aficiado)
Embriagado, dicen las malas lenguas, idiotizado
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Para ser más sincero y certero
Mi signo de Cáncer es muy vulnerable para un Leo
Puede que sea por Venus que no puedo
Apagar las llamas, y así me quemo en tu fuego
Ámame, solo un CC por lo menos
Quiéreme, nada má' un chinchín, te lo ruego
Cuidado, no abuses demasiado (demasiado)
Comprobado, tú eres un caramelo envenenado
Ámame, solo un CC por lo menos
Quiéreme, nada má' un chinchín, te lo ruego
Me han voceado: Bachatero aficiado (aficiado)
Embriagado, dicen las malas lenguas, idiotizado
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya (yaqui-ye, yaqui-ye, yaqui-ya)
Ah, ya, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Royce
The biggest
Ah-ah, I'm not okay
Ya no quiero ser esa burla
No me gusta que seas tan cruel
Ay, ay, auxilio, ay, Dios mío
Ay, ay, ay, grito, me haces sufrir (uh)
Si tiras un dardo más, no voy a aguantar
Me tiras un dardo más, me vas a matar
Ay, ay, dolores, mal de amores
Ay, ay, voy a llorar, mi amor (uh)
Si tiras un dardo más, voy a desangrar
Si tiras un dardo más, me vas a matar
Ouch
You're killing me, ma'
Me han voceado: Bachatero aficiado
Embriagado, dicen las malas lenguas, idiotizado
Darts (feat. Romeo Santos)
Just a little more, I’ll really forget you, and I had quit drinking
The sign that keeps my bad luck going, your missed calls
I wish I could believe I can ignore you, that you don’t matter that much
My dignity is a target on the wall where you throw darts
To be more honest and precise
My Cancer sign is way too vulnerable for a Leo
Maybe it’s Venus that keeps me from
Putting out the flames, and I’m burning in your fire
Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
Careful, don’t take too much advantage (too much)
It’s proven, you’re a poisoned candy
Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
They’ve been saying: Obsessed bachatero (obsessed)
Drunk, the gossip says, I’m brain-dead
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
To be more honest and precise
My Cancer sign is way too vulnerable for a Leo
Maybe it’s Venus that keeps me from
Putting out the flames, and I’m burning in your fire
Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
Careful, don’t take too much advantage (too much)
It’s proven, you’re a poisoned candy
Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
They’ve been saying: Obsessed bachatero (obsessed)
Drunk, the gossip says, I’m brain-dead
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Royce
The biggest
Ah-ah, I’m not okay
I don’t want to be that joke anymore
I don’t like how cruel you are
Oh, oh, help me, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, I scream, you make me suffer (uh)
If you throw one more dart, I won’t hold on
You throw one more dart, you’re gonna kill me
Oh, oh, pain, heartbreak
Oh, oh, I’m gonna cry, my love (uh)
If you throw one more dart, I’m gonna bleed out
If you throw one more dart, you’re gonna kill me
Ouch
You’re killing me, babe
They’ve been saying: Obsessed bachatero
Drunk, the gossip says, I’m brain-dead
Escrita por: Romeo Santos / Jeffrey Nortey / ChiChi / Isaiah Ennio Parker / Carlos Mercader