EL QUE HABLA
Yeah, yeah
Llega a la disco y se va hasta abajo de una (dale)
Tán hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
Todos la ven, pero poco' han pisado la luna (dale)
'Tan hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
Si Dios te dio ese culo, mami, es pa' que lo presumas (dale)
Tán hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
Está desacatá', se puso la vacuna (tú dale)
Siguen hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
El que habla mierda no se lo ha metido
Y la que habla mal la desea el marido
Si no creyó en Santa, ahora menos en Cupido
She wanna fuck, pero no contigo
El que habla mierda no se lo ha metido
Y la que habla mal la desea el marido
Si no creyó en Santa ahora menos en Cupido
She wanna fuck, pero no contigo, yeah
Ven y bailemos unido'
Mantengámonos pegao' ya que estamo' destruido'
¿Todavía estás en tu casa? Yo no escucho ruido (dale)
Flow 'ta borracho y todavía no hemos salido
Me pregunta: ¿Pa' 'ónde vamo'? , le digo que no sé
No tenemo' ubicación, pero sí toda la noche
Dale, prende, y más te arrebatas si tose' (dale)
Si te marea', no me vomite' el coche
Parcera, solo fluye
Cuando la bocina suena boom, boom
El paseo todo te lo incluye
Abre el sunroof y ve la Moon, Moon (brum, brum)
El que habla mierda no se lo ha metido
Y la que habla mal la desea el marido
Si no creyó en Santa ahora menos en Cupido
She wanna fuck, pero no contigo
El que habla mierda no se lo ha metido
Y la que habla mal la desea el marido
Si no creyó en Santa ahora menos en Cupido
She wanna fuck, pero no contigo
Llega a la disco y se va hasta abajo de una (dale)
Tán hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
Todos la ven, pero poco' han pisado la luna (dale)
'Tan hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
Si Dios te dio ese culo, mami, es pa' que lo presumas (dale)
Tán hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
Está desacatá', se puso la vacuna (tú dale)
Siguen hablando 'e ti, hablando 'e ti
El que habla mierda no se lo ha metido
Y la que habla mal la desea el marido
Si no creyó en Santa ahora menos en Cupido
She wanna fuck, pero no contigo
El que habla mierda no se lo ha metido
Y la que habla mal la desea el marido
Si no creyó en Santa ahora menos en Cupido
She wanna fuck, pero no contigo, yeah
THE ONE WHO TALKS
Yeah, yeah
She hits the club and drops it low right away (let's go)
They’re talking about you, talking about you
Everyone sees her, but few have touched the moon (let's go)
They’re talking about you, talking about you
If God gave you that ass, girl, it's for you to show it off (let's go)
They’re talking about you, talking about you
She’s wildin’ out, got her shot (you go)
They keep talking about you, talking about you
The one who talks shit hasn’t gotten any
And the one who talks bad wants the husband
If she didn’t believe in Santa, she sure as hell doesn’t believe in Cupid now
She wants to hook up, but not with you
The one who talks shit hasn’t gotten any
And the one who talks bad wants the husband
If she didn’t believe in Santa, she sure as hell doesn’t believe in Cupid now
She wants to hook up, but not with you, yeah
Come on, let’s dance together
Let’s stay close since we’re all messed up
Are you still at home? I don’t hear any noise (let's go)
Flow’s drunk and we haven’t even left yet
She asks me: Where are we going? I say I don’t know
We don’t have a location, but we’ve got all night
Come on, light it up, and you’ll get even higher if you cough (let's go)
If you get dizzy, don’t puke in my ride
Girl, just go with the flow
When the horn goes boom, boom
The ride includes everything
Open the sunroof and see the Moon, Moon (vroom, vroom)
The one who talks shit hasn’t gotten any
And the one who talks bad wants the husband
If she didn’t believe in Santa, she sure as hell doesn’t believe in Cupid now
She wants to hook up, but not with you
The one who talks shit hasn’t gotten any
And the one who talks bad wants the husband
If she didn’t believe in Santa, she sure as hell doesn’t believe in Cupid now
She wants to hook up, but not with you
She hits the club and drops it low right away (let's go)
They’re talking about you, talking about you
Everyone sees her, but few have touched the moon (let's go)
They’re talking about you, talking about you
If God gave you that ass, girl, it's for you to show it off (let's go)
They’re talking about you, talking about you
She’s wildin’ out, got her shot (you go)
They keep talking about you, talking about you
The one who talks shit hasn’t gotten any
And the one who talks bad wants the husband
If she didn’t believe in Santa, she sure as hell doesn’t believe in Cupid now
She wants to hook up, but not with you
The one who talks shit hasn’t gotten any
And the one who talks bad wants the husband
If she didn’t believe in Santa, she sure as hell doesn’t believe in Cupid now
She wants to hook up, but not with you, yeah