ALV Cupido
Y si no hubiera sido por ti
Nunca, nunca hubiera escrito esta letra
Chingo de culos y feria
Me enfiesto, me drogo toda la semana
Mi cuerpo pide descanso
Pero mi cabeza pide olvidarla
Tengo la puta mirada perdida
Y la ansiedad siento que me mata
Varios días que no como nada
Puro whisky el que cargo en la panza
Al niño bueno lo hiciste bandido
A la verga Cupido
A la verga contigo
Si quieres saber de mí
Márcale a tu amiga
Aquí está encima de mí
Que ella te lo diga
La cosa es así
Está bien machín
Me gusta vestirme clean
Con ropa exclusiva
Dolce, Christian Louis Vuitton
Con una Argentina
Me voy pa’ Madrid
La detono en París
Y al niño tierno, lo hiciste bandito, mijita
Ay, ay, ay
Y puro ya saben
Por ti iba a dejar la pinche loquera
Pero preferiste a unos cuantos
Aparte mi suegra no me quiso
Y la neta yo tampoco tanto
Conmigo la pasabas bien
Escuchando corridos arriba del carro
Y ahora el pendejito que te cargas
No trae feria y sube TikToks bailando
Al niño tierno lo hiciste bandido
A la verga Cupido
A la verga contigo
Si quieres saber de mí
Márcale a tu amiga
Aquí está encima de mí
Que ella te lo diga
La cosa es así
Está bien machín
Me gusta vestirme clean
Con ropa exclusiva
Dolce, Christian Louis Vuitton
Con una Argentina
Me voy pa’ Madrid
La detono en París
(A la verga contigo)
(Si quieres saber de mí)
(Márcale a tu amiga)
(Aquí está encima de mí)
(Que ella te lo diga)
(La cosa es así)
(Está bien machín)
(Me gusta vestirme clean)
(Con ropa exclusiva)
(Dolce, Louis Vuitton)
(Con una Argentina)
(Me voy pa’ Madrid)
(La detono en París)
Screw You, Cupid
And if it hadn't been for you
I would never, ever have written this letter
A lot of asses and a fair
I party, I get high all week long
My body asks for rest
But my head asks to forget it
I have a fucking lost look
And I feel anxiety is killing me
Several days that I don't eat anything
Pure whiskey is what I carry in my belly
You made the good boy into a bandit
Fuck Cupid
To hell with you
If you want to know about me
Call your friend
Here it is above me
Let her tell you
The thing is like this
It's okay, dude
I like to dress clean
With exclusive clothing
Dolce, Christian Louis Vuitton
With an Argentina
I'm going to Madrid
I detonated it in Paris
And you made the tender child a little bandit, my dear
Oh, oh, oh
And pure you know
For you I was going to leave the fucking madness
But you preferred a few
Besides, my mother-in-law didn't like me
And honestly, I'm not that much either
You had a good time with me
Listening to corridos on the car
And now the little idiot you killed
He doesn't bring a fair and uploads dancing TikToks
You made the tender child a bandit
Fuck Cupid
To hell with you
If you want to know about me
Call your friend
Here it is above me
Let her tell you
The thing is like this
It's okay, dude
I like to dress clean
With exclusive clothing
Dolce, Christian Louis Vuitton
With an Argentina
I'm going to Madrid
I detonated it in Paris
(Fuck you)
(If you want to know about me)
(Call your friend)
(Here it is above me)
(Let her tell you)
(It's like this)
(It's okay, dude)
(I like to dress clean)
(With exclusive clothing)
(Dolce, Louis Vuitton)
(With an Argentina)
(I'm going to Madrid)
(I detonated it in Paris)