Bellakita (part. Natanael Cano)
Que trae ganas de bailar, eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
Yo su loco y ella, mi loquita
Pa' seguir de fiesta, que no pare, amanezca
Que yo traigo paca para lo que se te ofrezca
En Miami, en L.A., ¿cuánto cuesta?
Que tú sabes que al stage vamos de fiesta
Que trae ganas de bailar, a la baby eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita y se va a desquitar
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo se va a misa
(Y en la high school, ella ya era una fresquita)
Ya nadie la va a parar, desde que le rompieron el corazón, no ha sido igual
Con el que se le antoje se va de party, va a chingar
Con escote cortito, la miran, que no falte la putifaldita
A-a-a-a
A ella le gustan los cholos vagos, se le nota
Por eso, en el cinto, yo siempre traigo dos cortas
Fajado en la calle, fajado en la disco, ¿importa?
Se pone loquito y la 9 se le nota
Tumbado el pantalón, por supuesto
Porque las dos Glock cargan buen peso
Me gusta que me abrace y que sienta los hierros
La Deadpool, la del boss, o los fierros
Me gusta que me baile
Cuando estamos en la cama, ella no sale
Que le ponga un tubo en el cuarto y tirarle puro billete de cien
Ella dice: Make it rain, que se siéntela mirrey (ah)
Que trae ganas de bailar, eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
Yo su loco y ella, mi loquita
Pa' seguir de fiesta, que no pare, amanezca
Que yo traigo paca para lo que se te ofrezca
En Miami, en L.A., ¿cuánto cuesta?
Que trae ganas de bailar, y eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
No le mete freno, adicta a lo bueno
Seguí de embrunelo, negro es su pelo
Y enrola su mota ella sola
Gas pimienta y también la pistola
Malacostumbrada, la bebé ya no me pide rosas
Ahora solo collar, no piensa en otras cosas
Carros, diamantes, quiere operaciones
Un Cartier de oro, fincas, intenciones
Delante de tu vato, sabes que te tiro el sable
Si estás conmigo, no me gusta que te hable
Me acompañas al cuarto si tu cel ocupa un cable
Lo que tú y yo tenemos siempre va a ser envidiable
Desde cada que va al antro, que manden varias botellas
Pero no las acepta, porque se las paga ella
Le fascina las armas, la niña tiene en sus huellas
Una putifresa que no se parece a ellas (a ellas)
Que trae ganas de bailar, eso nadie se lo quita
Bellaquita desde jovencita
Sábado, hasta abajo, y el domingo, va a misa
En la high school, ya era una fresquita
Yo su loco y ella, mi loquita
Pa' seguir de fiesta, que no pare, amanezca
Que yo traigo paca para lo que se te ofrezca
En Miami, en L.A., ¿cuánto cuesta?
Y trae ganas de bailar, compa Nata
Nos jalamos a la verga
Su compa Victor Mendivil
Puro Ri—
Puro Rico o Muerto, a la verga
Party Girl (feat. Natanael Cano)
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
In high school, she was already a wild one
I’m her crazy guy and she takes me away
Kept the party going, don’t stop, let’s see the sunrise
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
You know the style isn’t just for parties
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young and she’s ready to make up for it
Saturday she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
(And in high school, she was already a wild one)
She won’t stop, since her heart got broken, it’s been the same
With whoever she wants, she’s going to party, she’s gonna get down
With a short top on, don’t forget the wild girl
Ay-ay-ay-ay
She likes the bad boys, you can tell
That’s why I always carry two short ones on my belt
Hustling on the street, hustling in the club, who cares?
She gets wild and you can see it in her eyes
Pants hanging low, of course
Because they both carry some good weight
She likes to hug me and feel the muscles
The Deadpool, the boss, or I’ll close it up
I like it when she dances for me
When we’re in bed, she doesn’t leave
Put a pole in the room and let’s go for it
All hundred-dollar bills, she says: Making it rain, don’t hold back, my queen (ah)
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
In high school, she was already a wild one
I’m her crazy guy and she takes me away
Kept the party going, don’t stop, let’s see the sunrise
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
She’s got the urge to dance, and no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
In high school, she was already a wild one
No brakes for her, addicted to the good life
Kept the vibe going, her hair is black
And she rolls her own weed
Gas, spice, and also the gun
Spoiled baby, she doesn’t ask for roses
Now it’s all about jewels, she doesn’t think about other things
Cars, diamonds, she wants the big deals
A gold Cartier for her intentions
Don’t tell your guy, you know I’m hitting on you, he knows
If you’re with me, I don’t like him talking to you
She takes me to her room if your phone needs a charge
What we have will always be enviable
Bad boy face, send over several bottles
But she won’t accept them, because she pays for them
She loves guns, the girl has her own marks
A wild girl that doesn’t look like the others (like the others)
She’s got the urge to dance, no one can take that away
Party girl since she was young
Saturday she’s going all out, and Sunday she’s at church
In high school, she was already a wild one
I’m her crazy guy and she takes me away
Kept the party going, don’t stop, let’s see the sunrise
I’ve got cash for whatever you need
In Miami, in L.A., what’s the price?
And she’s got the urge to dance, my friend Nata
We’re going all out
Her friend Victor Mendivil
Straight up—
Straight up Rich or Dead, let’s go!
Escrita por: Natanael Cano / Christian Palacios / Dirrty