More songs by iZaak
More songs by Midnvght
Description
Artist and Repertoire Manager: Anna Rivera
Mastering Engineer: BK
Mixing: BK
Producer: BK
Producer: Baruc
Producer: Cueto on the Beat
Head of Artist and Repertoire: Francisco Granados
Creative Director: Maria von Sothen
Vocals: Midnvght
Unknown: Isaac
Vocals: iZaak
Composer, lyricist: Isaac Jeronimo Ortiz
Composer, lyricist: Johnny Lopez
Composer, lyricist: Jorge Aliaga
Composer, Lyricist: Josué Javier Cueto Valdés
Lyrics and translation
Original
Habla, baby.
Yo sé que vas a decir: "Este cabrón dejando un voicemail, ¿y quién carajo escucha un voicemail?
" Pero una cosa te voy a decirte que extraño todo lo que hacíamos y aparte de todo, te extraño a ti. Bye. Una lluvia cabrona y yo aquí pensándote.
Este whisky me tiene imaginándote. Que te tengo encima, que te tengo encima.
Pensando en lo rico que te huele el pelo y que te encabrones cuando te dan celos.
Mami, ¿dónde estás? Dime si estás pensando en mí.
Porque yo no he parado de pensarte, baby, ni yo, todo de yo-o-o-o-oy.
Extraño verte y hacértelo duro, mmm-mmm. Mami, no son fekas, yo te lo juro.
Mi bad bitch, es que yo no paro de pensarte, baby, ni yo, todo de yo-o-o-o-oy. Extraño verte y romperte ese culo.
Mami, no son fekas, yo te lo juro. Baby, yo siempre te pienso, girl.
Cuando estoy de viaje, cuando salgo del estudio, bellaco en la cama del hotel.
Viendo los videos cuando estamos chingando, nos grabamos en el cuarto, ¿a quién?
Contando las horas y los días, cuando vires, baby, yo te paso a recoger y te vuelvo a comer.
Y te vuelvo a chingar.
Cuando estamos a solas con tu pose preferida, baby, yo no quiero terminar.
Cuando mi lengüita encuentra el sequito, baby, yo te pongo a temblar.
Ese toto rosita como tú, sin mente en un viaje y no quiero bajar.
Te la subo presidencial, te lo meto frente al mar. Pick me up en el drop top coup.
Challenger, baby, te recojo a lo Toretto. Baby, estos chavos no son de viejo.
Young rich nigga, estoy metiéndole la brecha. Baby, conmigo tú vas a brillar.
Sabes que la movie aquí es real. Roncale a estas perras. Todos estos pendejos que te tiran.
Que conmigo fuerza no midan, que yo vivo en guerra. Baby, yo sé que estás pensando en mí.
Porque yo no he parado de pensarte, baby.
Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
Extraño verte y hacértelo duro.
Mi bad bitch, es que yo no paro de pensarte, baby, ni yo, todo de yo-o-o-o-oy.
Extraño verte y romperte ese culo.
Mami, no son fekas, yo te lo juro. Oye, siempre con la movie en play.
Con par de rifles cortas y eso es por ley. Estos cabrones no me dicen Clay.
Porque los mato de tres y los pongo en el play. Siempre te pienso en los Sunday.
Frente al mar te chingaba y te echaba de mi glaze. Yo te hacía volar pa'l sky.
Extraño tus tetas, metértelo y ponerte a fly. Uh. Cuánto daría porque me perdones el strike.
Todo el cabrón que te tire, dile que yo soy el pai.
Y aunque esté jodido, dile que soy el nene y no me voy a olvidar.
Habla, mami. ¿Dónde tú estás?
¿Dónde estás?
Que te quiero ver y toda lamerte. Extraño comerte. Quiero penetrarte.
No te hagas la fuerte.
Mami, ¿dónde estás? Dime si estás pensando en mí.
Porque yo no he parado de pensarte, baby, ni yo, todo de yo-o-o-o-oy.
Extraño verte y hacértelo duro, mmm-mmm. Mami, no son fekas, yo te lo juro.
English translation
Speak, baby.
I know you're going to say, "This bastard is leaving voicemail, and who the fuck listens to voicemail?"
"But I'm going to tell you one thing: I miss everything we did and apart from everything, I miss you. Bye. A bad rain and I'm here thinking about you.
This whiskey has me imagining you. That I have you on top, that I have you on top.
Thinking about how delicious your hair smells and how angry you get when you get jealous.
Mommy, where are you? Tell me if you're thinking about me.
Because I haven't stopped thinking about you, baby, nor have I, all of me-o-o-o-oy.
I miss seeing you and doing it hard, mmm-mmm. Mommy, they are not fekas, I swear to you.
My bad bitch is that I can't stop thinking about you, baby, nor do I, all of me-o-o-o-oy. I miss seeing you and breaking that ass.
Mommy, they are not fekas, I swear to you. Baby, I always think of you, girl.
When I'm traveling, when I leave the studio, I lie in the hotel bed.
Watching the videos when we're fucking, we record ourselves in the room, who?
Counting the hours and the days, when you come back, baby, I'll pick you up and eat you again.
And I'll screw you again.
When we're alone with your favorite pose, baby, I don't want to finish.
When my little tongue finds the entourage, baby, I make you tremble.
That pink toto like you, mindless on a trip and I don't want to get off.
I'll raise it presidentially, I'll put it in front of the sea. Pick me up in the drop top coup.
Challenger, baby, I'll pick you up Toretto style. Baby, these kids are not old.
Young rich nigga, I'm putting the gap on you. Baby, with me you are going to shine.
You know the movie here is real. Snore these bitches. All these assholes that throw at you.
May they not measure strength with me, for I live in war. Baby, I know you're thinking about me.
Because I haven't stopped thinking about you, baby.
Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.
I miss seeing you and doing it hard to you.
My bad bitch is that I can't stop thinking about you, baby, nor do I, all of me-o-o-o-oy.
I miss seeing you and breaking that ass.
Mommy, they are not fekas, I swear to you. Hey, always with the movie on play.
With a couple of short rifles and that's by law. These bastards don't call me Clay.
Because I kill them three and put them in play. I always think of you on Sundays.
In front of the sea I fucked you and kicked you out of my room. I made you fly to the sky.
I miss your tits, putting it in and making you fly. Uhh. How much I would give for you to forgive me the strike.
Any bastard that throws you, tell him that I'm the pai.
And even if he's screwed, tell him that I'm the baby and I'm not going to forget.
Speak, mommy. Where are you?
Where are you?
I want to see you and lick you all over. I miss eating you. I want to penetrate you.
Don't act strong.
Mommy, where are you? Tell me if you're thinking about me.
Because I haven't stopped thinking about you, baby, nor have I, all of me-o-o-o-oy.
I miss seeing you and doing it hard, mmm-mmm. Mommy, they are not fekas, I swear to you.