Mami (part. Juacko)
Con Ptazeta en la casa
Oye, Juacko, vamo' a darle
Loca, loca
Se pone fija su mira' cuando me toca, se aloca
Y se nota, nota
Son sus beso' de cicuta que colocan, se toca y me besa
Rompe en mil pedazo' en mi cabeza
Se quiere hacer la tonta con esa cara de traviesa
La quiero en pompa' pa' pode' encaja' las pieza'
Me sabe más que el último trago de cerveza
Mami, mami
Esto es por ti, no quiero Grammy'
Que estás pa' mí, lo sé
Mami, y yo pa' ti
Estoy haciendo cash pa' volar de aquí
Y es que mami, mami
Esto es por ti, no quiero Grammy'
Que estás pa' mí, lo sé
Mami, y yo pa' ti
Estoy haciendo cash pa' volar de aquí
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, vamo' a darle
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, vamo' a darle
Pa' ella es todo grati', loco, no me pesa
Otra piba me sabe a poco, me tiene presa
No se come el coco y a mí no me estresa
Quiere que se lo haga arriba y encima 'e la mesa
Y esa loca modo salvaje, comiendo fresa
Me gusta verla de rodilla' si a mi ombligo reza
Mami, sin prisa que esto acaba de empezar
Y tal como vamo' no creo que haya final
Y es que bam-bam, y vamo' a darle, y darte
Arte es verte desnuda, como enfrente en mía arde'
Y no tarde', 'toy pidiendo al cielo que no falte'
Voy abriendo el closet, así que salte
Solo me tira al phone si me quiere ver pa' un chance
Vamos despacito, que la cosa no se gaste
Que le hablen bonito, que a ella no le van los gángster
Con esos ojitos de color me llena el garden
Mami, mami
Esto es por ti, no quiero Grammy'
Que estás pa' mí, lo sé
Mami, y yo pa' ti
Estoy haciendo cash pa' volar de aquí
Y es que mami, mami
Esto es por ti, no quiero Grammy'
Que estás pa' mí, lo sé
Mami, y yo pa' ti
Estoy haciendo cash pa' volar de aquí
Bardem, más quisiera
Hacerle una película a esa fiera
Me gustan toda' su' manera'
Viendo la Netflix, comiendo fuera, ¿qué más quisiera?
Vivir contigo lo que me queda
Mami, te digo, ¿qué más quisiera'?
Apunta alto que todo llega
Y todo está bien si mereció la espera
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, vamo' a darle
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, vamo' a darle
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, vamo' a darle
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, vamo' a darle
Mami, mami
Lo sé
Y yo-, y yo-
Estoy haciendo cash pa' volar de aquí
Mami, mami
Lo sé
Estoy haciendo cash pa' volar de aquí
Mom (feat. Juacko)
With Ptazeta in the house
Hey, Juacko, let's do this
Crazy, crazy
She fixes her gaze when she touches me, she goes crazy
And it shows, shows
It's her poisonous kisses that intoxicate, she touches and kisses me
Breaks into a thousand pieces in my head
She wants to play dumb with that mischievous face
I want her bent over to fit the pieces
She tastes more to me than the last sip of beer
Mom, mom
This is for you, I don't want a Grammy
You're for me, I know
Mom, and I for you
I'm making cash to fly away from here
And it's because mom, mom
This is for you, I don't want a Grammy
You're for me, I know
Mom, and I for you
I'm making cash to fly away from here
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, let's do this
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, let's do this
For her it's all free, crazy, it doesn't weigh on me
Another girl is not enough for me, she has me captive
She doesn't overthink and it doesn't stress me
She wants me to do it on top and on the table
And that crazy wild mode, eating strawberries
I like to see her on her knees if she prays to my belly button
Mom, no rush, this has just begun
And the way we're going, I don't think there's an end
And it's bam-bam, let's do this, and give it to you
Art is seeing you naked, as you burn in front of me
And don't be late, I'm asking heaven not to miss
I'm opening the closet, so jump
She only texts me if she wants to see me for a chance
Let's go slowly, so things don't run out
Speak nicely to her, she doesn't like gangsters
With those colored eyes, she fills my garden
Mom, mom
This is for you, I don't want a Grammy
You're for me, I know
Mom, and I for you
I'm making cash to fly away from here
And it's because mom, mom
This is for you, I don't want a Grammy
You're for me, I know
Mom, and I for you
I'm making cash to fly away from here
Bardem, I would like
To make a movie for that beast
I like all her ways
Watching Netflix, eating out, what else would I want?
To live with you for the rest of my days
Mom, I tell you, what else would I want?
Aim high, everything comes
And everything is fine if it was worth the wait
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, let's do this
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, let's do this
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, let's do this
Kimbara, kimbara, kimba-kim-bam-bam
Bam-bam, let's do this
Mom, mom
I know
And I-, and I-
I'm making cash to fly away from here
Mom, mom
I know
I'm making cash to fly away from here