RAM PAM PAM (part. Mesita)
A ella le gusta que la busque
Con la moto y la rueda alta
Sale de su casa con la' llanta'
Las piba' del barrio me dijeron
Que no tiene na' de santa
Y la cosa suena ram-pa-pam
Tengo un par de phillie'
Ready pa' fumar
Llama a tus amiga'
Hoy vamo' a bellaquear
Ahora ni los rati'
Nos pueden parar
Y como el escape, que le meta
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, y le encanta
Como el escape, que a ella le meta
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam
Y me encanta que ella no es santa
Y-Y suena ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, y le encanta
Cuando yo le doy, como el escape suena
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, y le encanta
Se que no tené' nada de santa
A mí me volvió loco tu forma de mover
Que nos quememo' unos coco' hasta el amanecer
A vos toda' te envidian de frente, mal
Y cómo no, si esa nalgota está criminal
En el medio yo le meto
Escabiamo' en jarra, re cheto
Mami, una falta de respeto
Mami, que esa nalgota
No perreé ni una gota
Tu gato era un idiota
Y yo le di un tate quieto
(Mesa Tra', dice, ¿cómo?)
Ma-Mami, ponte sata
Muévelo como una hamaca, pa'trá
Que yo te tiro la paca
Que me gane del tra'
Ese toto con mi bicho
Yo me le pego al ra'
Tu novio anda corte perro
Mirando de la entrá'
Si se desacata, lo hacemo' a paso fino
En el club con la champeta
O en el barrio con el vino
Pa' fumar la mata, solo quemamo' fino
Si esa shorty está sicaria
Yo me vuelvo un asesino
Y-Y la cosa suena ram-pa-pam
Tengo un par de phillie'
Ready pa' fumar
Llama a tus amiga'
Hoy vamo' a bellaquear
Ahora ni los rati'
Nos pueden parar
Como el escape, que le meta
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, y le encanta
Como el escape, que a ella le meta
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam
Y me encanta que ella no es santa
A-A ella le gusta que la busque
Con la moto y la rueda alta
Sale de su casa con la' llanta'
Las piba' del barrio me dijeron
Que no tiene na' de santa
Y como el escape que le meta, ey
Sin culpa ni pena
Fumando una vela
Bailando una cumbia
Matando las pena'
Sin culpa ni pena
Fumando una vela
Bailando una cumbia
Matando las pena'
Ey, Mesa Trap con el Rei
Rodri Molina, la puso en China
Es el Mesa Tra', to' los culo' pa'trá
Grr, pah
Andamo' en la fina (que mueva)
Andamo' en la fina, ey, ey
(Rodri Molina la puso en China)
Y-Y-Y los motore' a gasolina, paw
Pa' la mami má' fina
RAM PAM PAM (feat. Mesita)
She likes me to look for her
With the motorcycle and the high wheel
She leaves her house with the tires
The girls from the neighborhood told me
That she's no saint
And the thing sounds ram-pa-pam
I have a couple of phillies
Ready to smoke
Call your friends
Today we're going to have fun
Now not even the cops
Can stop us
And like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
Like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam
And I love that she's not a saint
And it sounds ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
When I give it to her, like the exhaust sounds
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
I know you're not a saint
Your way of moving drove me crazy
Let's burn some coconuts until dawn
Everyone envies you upfront, bad
And how not, if that booty is criminal
In the middle I go for it
We drink in a fancy glass, so cool
Mommy, a lack of respect
Mommy, that booty
Didn't even shake
Your cat was an idiot
And I shut him up
(Mesa Tra', says, how?)
Ma-Mommy, get sassy
Move it like a hammock, back and forth
I'll throw you the pack
That I won from the game
That pussy with my dick
I stick to her
Your boyfriend acts like a dog
Looking from the entrance
If he misbehaves, we do it slowly
In the club with champeta
Or in the neighborhood with wine
To smoke the weed, we only burn the best
If that shorty is a hitman
I become a killer
And the thing sounds ram-pa-pam
I have a couple of phillies
Ready to smoke
Call your friends
Today we're going to have fun
Now not even the cops
Can stop us
Like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
Like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam
And I love that she's not a saint
She likes me to look for her
With the motorcycle and the high wheel
She leaves her house with the tires
The girls from the neighborhood told me
That she's no saint
And like the exhaust, let me put it on her, hey
Without guilt or shame
Smoking a candle
Dancing a cumbia
Killing the sorrows
Without guilt or shame
Smoking a candle
Dancing a cumbia
Killing the sorrows
Ey, Mesa Trap with the Rei
Rodri Molina, put it in China
It's Mesa Tra', all the asses back
Grr, pah
We're in the fine (let her move)
We're in the fine, hey, hey
(Rodri Molina put it in China)
And the gasoline engines, paw
For the finest mommy