Perreo Vriinigga
El exito es mío, es tu culo en mi cama
Acá en el barrio se dice que ese botty esta flama
Quedate con el gato los días de semana
Los pibes sin oveja vamo' a mover lana
Dice que tiene dueño su corazón
Y a la noche conmigo se corre el calzón
Le gusta la pistola, bailar reggaeton
Que si subo una historieta que no le tire mención
Rojo el top, tiro alto el pantalón
Tu novio es otro de esos que se me hace el ladrón
No hablo lo que no vivo
Ni cuento lo que hago
Lo tene cocinandote pobrecito al vago
Nosotros haciendosela esta todo pago
No te gusta el vino en caja te pido otro trago
Me movi un par de veces perdí unas cuentas ma'
Teniendo como objetivo principal sumar
Vi que me traicionaron, los empeze a restar
Y yo tranquilo porque se que no la va a contar
Banca perro que tengo algo del barrio para tirar, a ver si nos entendemos
No se hagan los chorros, los roba cartera
Pichones del tranza rastrea vicera
No se hagan ver que hay más de una embrollera
Siempre para abajo va a ser la primera
Y acá falta mi ñeri pasando un tiempo en cana
La cumbia suena hasta las seis de la mañana
La estamos turroneando los fines de semana
Caemo'a la clande y rápido se hace la llama
Moveme ese culo que hace tiempo me llama
Si no te dejan te escapas por la ventana
Te trato como perra, y en la calle una dama
No tenemo' árbol y vamo a mover la rama
Vamo'a cambiarle el flow Elian, tira algo atrevido ahí
Ella me lo mueve pa tra, tra-tra-tra-tra-ta
Ese botty, ese botty muevelo muevelo
Moveme ese culo, culo, culo
Hasta abajo, bajo, bajo
Vriinigga Twerking
Success is mine, it's your ass in my bed
Here in the hood they say that booty is fire
Stay with the cat on weekdays
The guys without a sheep, let's move some cash
She says her heart has an owner
And at night she takes off her panties with me
She likes the gun, dancing reggaeton
If I post a story, don't mention her
Red top, pants pulled up high
Your boyfriend is another one of those who acts like a thief
I don't talk about what I don't live
I don't tell what I do
He's cooking for you, poor lazy guy
We're getting it done, it's all paid for
You don't like boxed wine, I ask for another drink
I moved a couple of times, lost a few accounts
With the main goal of adding up
I saw they betrayed me, I started subtracting them
And I'm calm because I know he won't spill the beans
Wait, dog, I have something from the hood to throw, let's see if we understand each other
Don't act tough, you purse snatchers
Tricksters of the dealer, track down the guts
Don't act like there's only one troublemaker
Always going to be the first to fall
And here's my buddy doing time in jail
The cumbia plays until six in the morning
We're partying on weekends
We hit the spot and the flame quickly ignites
Move that ass that's been calling me for a while
If they don't let you, escape through the window
I treat you like a bitch, and a lady in the street
We don't have a tree and we're gonna move the branch
Let's change the flow Elian, throw something daring there
She moves it back, back-back-back-back-back
That booty, that booty move it move it
Move that ass, ass, ass
All the way down, down, down