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Description
The sun melts on the skin, smoke drifts in the air, and the rhythm seems to rock the sea. Everything here happens without haste - in this sultry half-sleep, where love smells of salt, freedom, and something that definitely doesn't fit the rules. Between the lines - flirtation, playfulness, and a slight feeling that the world can be stopped if you look into each other's eyes a little longer than is customary.
The music embraces you like the heat in the tropics: at first it's heavy, then sweet, and then you just want to stay. In this duet, there are no right words, no promises - only fire, breath, and that rare moment when everything is real.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Baby girl, tengo una historia pa contarte
Pero que yo solo sé
Let me know, dime si hay amor de tu parte
No soy lo que conocés
Bebé, no diré nada
De la ciudad yo escapaba
Aquí en la isla, relajada
Yo lo enrolaba, él me besaba
Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas
Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferent, té algo especial
Mami, darte a vos no me cansa
Aunque el reloj tarde
Tengo love para vos, mami, sos arte
Tiene un don, prende un blunt, ya ni comparte
Mami, yo tengo una historia para contarte
Pero es de a do', mami, sos parte
Con poquito puedo enamorarte
Cuando te vi tu actitud, me gustaste
Bailando no evito pegarme
Con los demá no logro conectarme
Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas
Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferent, té algo especial
Mami, darte a vos no me cansa (yeah)
Fue perfecto desde que me probaste
Hoy voy a buscarte, baby girl
Después de eso querías segunda parte
Y yo no quería idealizarte
Tábamos de party por Jamaica, yeah
Todos bailan, ah
Mucho whisky, muchos blone, nada cambia
La gente pide, ¡plo-plo!, pide fire, ah
Yo llego, te doy un beso, mami, no hay má
Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta (yes, sir)
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas
Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferent, té algo especial (yes, sir)
Mami, darte a vos no me cansa
TR1, mai, Bad Gyal
Cómo dice, pai
Di-di, di-di
English translation
Baby girl, I have a story to tell you
But I only know
Let me know, tell me if there is love on your part
I'm not what you know
Baby I won't say anything
I escaped from the city
Here on the island, relaxed
I enrolled him, he kissed me
I, your little angel, start to fly
Burning like it's rasta
You clearly want to make me enjoy
You don't get tired of looking at me
Come, come, come, mai
Come, no one touches my gyal
She wants real gangsta love
Tea something different, tea something special
Mommy, giving to you doesn't tire me
Even though the clock is late
I have love for you, mommy, you are art
He has a gift, he lights a blunt, he doesn't even share anymore
Mommy, I have a story to tell you
But it's one by one, mommy, you're part of it
With just a little bit I can make you fall in love
When I saw your attitude, I liked you
Dancing I can't avoid hitting myself
I can't connect with others
I, your little angel, start to fly
Burning like it's rasta
You clearly want to make me enjoy
You don't get tired of looking at me
Come, come, come, mai
Come, no one touches my gyal
She wants real gangsta love
Tea something different, tea something special
Mommy, giving to you doesn't tire me (yeah)
It was perfect since you tried me
Today I'm going to look for you, baby girl
After that you wanted a second part
And I didn't want to idealize you
We were partying in Jamaica, yeah
Everyone dances, ah
A lot of whiskey, a lot of blone, nothing changes
People ask, plo-plo!, they ask for fire, ah
I'll arrive, I'll give you a kiss, mommy, there's no more
I, your little angel, start to fly
Burning like it's rasta (yes, sir)
You clearly want to make me enjoy
You don't get tired of looking at me
Come, come, come, mai
Come, no one touches my gyal
She wants real gangsta love
Tea something different, tea something special (yes, sir)
Mommy, giving to you doesn't tire me
TR1, mai, Bad Gyal
How do you say, pai
Di-di, di-di