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Description
Writer: Kristian Rangel
Writer: Angel Yamil Santiago Vazquez
Composer: Jose Yamil Diaz Medina
Lyrics and translation
Original
De medio, papi, le hablo claro. Size para gatas con A$K Jones, el remix.
Colombia, -PR. ¡Primo, bebé! -Yeah, oh.
Tú eres un déjà vu, ya te había visto en un sueño. Sin importar, me voy a todo, aunque tengas dueño.
Si te lo meto, del totito tuyo yo me adueño.
Quiero vestirte de designer, pero no poner empeño. Drippin' AirTalk, mami, soy un drop top.
Un Hall of Famer, baby, ya no soy un mortal. Si te me vengo adentro, sé que no va' a voltar.
Y si te escribe estrella, lo mandamo' a acostar. Drippin' AirTalk, mami, soy un drop top. Un Hall of
Famer, baby, ya no soy un mortal. Si te me vengo adentro, sé que no va' a voltar.
Y si te escribe estrella, lo mandamo' a acostar.
Yo te mojé cuando te toqué, esto es un déjà vu, la manifesté. Los polvos son más de uno, son más de tres.
Baby, te preñé tú estando con él.
Por mi diablita, tú estás tonelada pa' bajo, mandé lo que dije y la bajo, y en tu cuarto te trabajo.
Pa' hacer que brilles hasta en los días nublados, dedicándote un estado pa' saber cómo has estado.
Un hijueputa de verdad, quiero comerlo y envolverlo.
Sé que estás pendiente a mí, porque de to' soy el más de na'. Sincerá, porque eres prohibida, no podemos vernos.
Manda pa'l carajo a ese cabrón, si no, pégale cuernos. Tú eres un déjà vu, ya te había visto en un sueño.
Sin importar, me voy a todo, aunque tengas dueño.
Si te lo meto, del totito tuyo yo me adueño. Quiero vestirte de designer, pero no poner empeño.
Drippin' AirTalk, mami, soy un drop top. Un Hall of Famer, baby, ya no soy un mortal.
Si te me vengo adentro, sé que no va' a voltar. Y si te escribe estrella, lo mandamo' a acostar.
Drippin' AirTalk, mami, soy un drop top.
Un Hall of Famer, baby, ya no soy un mortal. Si te me vengo adentro, sé que no va' a voltar.
Y si te escribe estrella, lo -mandamo' a acostar. -Yo voy pa' dentro, vo'a romperte, Luka
Dončić. Te vo'a lambert, te vo'a comer, bebé, tú eres mi munchie.
Me gusta que eres puta y te quitas la corra Gucci.
Te mojas bien cabrón cuando bajo con to' los bruchi. Los pantis son blue jay y el león como King James. Chingándote en Hall of
Fame, tú te va' a venir daily. 'Toy descansando en esta tumba como el
Undertake. Tú a mí no me va' a olvidar, bebecita, soy el seis-seis.
Mami, ¿qué es lo que tú quiere'?
Que te lo meta porque soy el nene, y hasta envidian porque no tienen. Si el team ahora tú me prefiere'.
Drippin', drippin' AirTalk, mami, soy un drop top. Un Hall of Famer, baby, ya no soy un mortal.
Si te me vengo adentro, sé que no va' a voltar. Y si te escribe, baby, lo mandamo' a acostar.
Mami, préndelo, y si chimbea, déjalo. Con él tú no te ves tan fresa como conmigo.
Tú ere' una diabla, culeando vamos a quemarnos.
En el infierno, mami, solo somos tú y yo. Se lo meto y subo historia con mi camisa.
AirTalk le compró designer, no leónisa. La llama el novio y ella muerta de la risa.
Con el chimbo en la carita le hago caricias. Pa' que lo crea y para los lifas lo trepen.
Si de hacer videítos porno es que ella vive. Cuatro polvos seguidos quiere que me empepe.
A mí no me molesta cuando su cuerpito lo exhibe.
Porque yo solo, en pelo, de ese cuerpo soy dueño. Se manda a hacer las tetas y también se hizo el diseño.
Son las doce y veintidós y no nos ha dado sueño.
De tantos polvos corridos, por Dios, estoy que la preño. Soy una fresa vestido de AirTalk.
Me pide tus viejas, sabe que soy un drop top. Dime qué se siente culiar con un trapstar.
Todos los polvos los -subimos, es una pornstar. -Ceasar, Raca.
Tráete me hallo, papi, le hablo claro. Size para gatas con A$K Jones, el remix.
Barón en los controles, así. Colombia, PR, PR, Colombia.
Con la letraza, -Jota el de la cuni. -Mmm, es relatives, qué rico.
English translation
In the middle, daddy, I speak clearly to him. Size for cats with A$K Jones, the remix.
Colombia, -PR. Cousin, baby! -Yeah, oh.
You are déjà vu, I had already seen you in a dream. Regardless, I'm going to everything, even if you have an owner.
If I put it in you, I'll take ownership of your little tot.
I want to dress you as a designer, but I don't put in the effort. Drippin' AirTalk, mommy, I'm a drop top.
A Hall of Famer, baby, I'm no longer a mortal. If I come inside you, I know it's not going to come back.
And if he writes you a star, we'll send him to bed. Drippin' AirTalk, mommy, I'm a drop top. A Hall of
Famer, baby, I'm no longer a mortal. If I come inside you, I know it's not going to come back.
And if he writes you a star, we'll send him to bed.
I wet you when I touched you, this is déjà vu, I expressed it. The powders are more than one, they are more than three.
Baby, you got pregnant while you were with him.
For my devil's sake, you're very low, I sent what I said and I'll take it down, and I'll work for you in your room.
To make you shine even on cloudy days, dedicating a state to you to know how you have been.
A real motherfucker, I want to eat it and wrap it.
I know you're looking out for me, because I'm the best at everything. Honestly, because you're banned, we can't see each other.
Send that bastard to hell, if not, fuck him. You are déjà vu, I had already seen you in a dream.
Regardless, I'm going to everything, even if you have an owner.
If I put it in you, I'll take ownership of your little tot. I want to dress you as a designer, but I don't put in the effort.
Drippin' AirTalk, mommy, I'm a drop top. A Hall of Famer, baby, I'm no longer a mortal.
If I come inside you, I know it's not going to come back. And if he writes you a star, we'll send him to bed.
Drippin' AirTalk, mommy, I'm a drop top.
A Hall of Famer, baby, I'm no longer a mortal. If I come inside you, I know it's not going to come back.
And if he writes you a star, we'll send him to bed. -I'm going inside, I'm going to break you, Luka
Dončić. I'm going to lambert you, I'm going to eat you, baby, you're my munchie.
I like that you are a whore and you take off your Gucci belt.
You get wet, bastard, when I come down with all the bruchi. The panties are blue jay and the lion is King James. Fuck you in Hall of
Fame, you're going to come daily. 'Toy resting in this grave like the
Undertaking. You're not going to forget me, baby, I'm six-six.
Mommy, what do you want?
Let me put it in you because I'm the baby, and they even envy because they don't have any. If the team now prefers me'.
Drippin', drippin' AirTalk, mommy, I'm a drop top. A Hall of Famer, baby, I'm no longer a mortal.
If I come inside you, I know it's not going to come back. And if he writes to you, baby, we'll send him to bed.
Mommy, turn it on, and if it smokes, leave it. With him you don't look as cool as with me.
You're a devil, we're going to burn when we're fucking around.
In hell, mommy, it's just you and me. I put it in and upload history with my shirt.
AirTalk bought designer, not leónisa. The boyfriend calls her and she dies of laughter.
With the chimbo on my face I caress him. So that he believes it and for the lifas to climb it.
If she makes porn videos, she lives. Four fucks in a row he wants me to work harder.
It doesn't bother me when his little body shows it off.
Because I alone, in essence, am the owner of that body. The tits were sent to be made and the design was also made.
It's twelve twenty-two and we haven't gotten sleepy.
From so much fucking, by God, I'm getting her pregnant. I'm a strawberry dressed in AirTalk.
He asks me for your old ones, he knows I'm a drop top. Tell me what it feels like to fuck with a trapstar.
We uploaded all the fucks, she's a pornstar. -Ceasar, Raca.
Come on, daddy, I'll talk to you clearly. Size for cats with A$K Jones, the remix.
Baron at the controls, like this. Colombia, PR, PR, Colombia.
With the lyrics, -Jota el de la cuni. -Mmm, it's relatives, how delicious.