Infierno
La vendición
Yo, gelato, infierno
Ooh
Babé, aquí no estamos en mierda comerciales, ey
Mi gata es ganster
Díselo yampi
Favela (esto es Fendi no Fenty)
Fernandito kit kat, kit kat
Quítate ese chingo del pelo, baby nos vamos pa'l cielo
Da igual como nos miren baby, yo te quiero
Red bottom but you know i'm from the bottom
Bitch you know i'm from the bottom
No soy bueno, soy del barrio
Ahórrate tus comentarios que hoy estás con los sicarios
Guárdate el rosario que si no traes el mal fario
Te echo rosé, tus labios glossy
Baila como quieras aquí nadie nos tose
Babé, es por ti que no paro de beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Babé, es por ti que no paro de beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Mi baby, yo lo sé
Que cuando bailamos reggaeton
Tú te piensas en venirte
Mi baby, yo lo sé
Tú eres dura, pero es que en tu cultura
Ningún tigre te lo sabe hacer
Siempre te vas sin despedirte
(Oh ooh)
Y ya, baby yo solo pienso en el trá
De cuando te vuelva a encontrar
Y te me ponga detrás
Dime qué vas a hacer
¿Tú te vas a quitar?
Babé, tú solo piensa en el trá
No vas a poder disimular
Trá, trá, trá
(Wow)
Mami, te pones mis prendas de Armani
Las cosas que dicen tus amigas, que soy riviera manny
Babé, es por ti que no paro de beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Babé, es por ti que no paro de beber
Es por ti que yo he vuelto a creer
Estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Sin saber qué hacer
(Trá) estaba deprimido y solo en la calle
Sin saber qué hacer
Ey, favela, my man
Díselo, que a nosotros nos escuchan los khmer, wouh
El presidente, yeah, la mafia, el amor babé
Eh, yeah
Esa pistola, he, esta es pa' que me rocen la pistola
La reina del reggaeton (pow, pow)
México, Puerto Rico, España, que lo what
Soy la muerte con la guadaña
Tanger, reggaeton con los sicarios, babé
Díselo khaled
Salimo' a matar (ey)
No hay mierda comercial
Pa' mi gata gangster
Hell
The blessing
Me, gelato, hell
Ooh
Babe, we're not in shitty commercials here, hey
My cat is a gangster
Tell them yampi
Favela (this is Fendi not Fenty)
Little Fernando kit kat, kit kat
Get that damn hair out of your face, baby we're going to heaven
It doesn't matter how they look at us baby, I love you
Red bottom but you know I'm from the bottom
Bitch you know I'm from the bottom
I'm not good, I'm from the neighborhood
Save your comments because today you're with the hitmen
Keep the rosary because if you don't bring bad luck
I pour you rosé, your lips glossy
Dance however you want, here nobody messes with us
Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
My baby, I know
That when we dance reggaeton
You think about coming
My baby, I know
You're tough, but in your culture
No tiger knows how to do it
You always leave without saying goodbye
(Oh ooh)
And now, baby, I only think about the trá
When I see you again
And I get behind you
Tell me what you're going to do
Are you going to leave?
Babe, just think about the trá
You won't be able to hide
Trá, trá, trá
(Wow)
Mami, you wear my Armani clothes
The things your friends say, that I'm riviera manny
Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Not knowing what to do
(Trá) I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do
Hey, favela, my man
Tell them, they listen to us, the khmer, wouh
The president, yeah, the mafia, the love babe
Eh, yeah
That gun, hey, this is for them to graze the gun
The queen of reggaeton (pow, pow)
Mexico, Puerto Rico, Spain, what's up
I'm death with the scythe
Tanger, reggaeton with the hitmen, babe
Tell them khaled
We're going out to kill (hey)
There's no commercial shit
For my gangster cat