More songs by C Marí
Description
Producer: Damnpablo
Producer: Font
Producer: BLNCO
Mixing Engineer: Jorge Gutiérrez
Mastering Engineer: Francisco Sánchez
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Yeah! -Damn, Pablo.
Yeah! Damn, fun.
Y pon la mafia del amor, y le tira un guiño al DJ, le devuelve el guiño al DJ.
Lo que el DJ no sabe es que aquí la perreo yo, y que haré que se arrodille, también que el glow no le brille en un rato en mi habitación.
Es una criminal, me mira y me va a matar.
Bebé, hoy no te vas a escapar.
Duermo en el hotel de enfrente y te doy tiempo pa' pensar en si vienes o te vas.
Si, bebé, yo soy el más, directo, el más que le mete.
Como yo no has encontrado, no lo has visto por ahí. Mi hermanito está avisado que hoy no iré a casa a dormir.
Y te veo bailando, que a nadie le haces caso, con la copa en la mano y el paquete en el brazo.
Si eso se ve así con esa faldita cuadro, no quiero imaginarme når cuando lo tengas cua-cua. . . Eh, bueno, baby, curra o estudia. ¿Y qué?
Porque estás en la tuya. Se ve, se hace una coleta y pregunta que si está guapa igual.
Sabe que es guapa igual.
Lo ve, no le hizo daño ni Dios, no, no, y se puso de rubia. Bebé, morena, bebé, tienes que ser mortal.
Es una criminal, me mira y me va a matar. Bebé, hoy no te vas a escapar.
Duermo en el hotel de enfrente y te doy tiempo pa' pensar en si vienes o te vas.
Si, bebé, yo soy el más, directo, el más que le mete.
No soy un delincuente, pero sería un delito que tu tote y mi bicho esta noche no hagan equipo. Lo supe nada más verte.
Sí, bebé, te lo admito, que, que llevo toda la noche imaginando tus gritos.
-Es una criminal. -Es una criminal, es una criminal.
-Es una criminal.
-Es una criminal, -es una criminal. -Eh, es una criminal.
Es una cri-, -es una criminal. -Tú eres un asesino, en la calle eres fino.
English translation
-Yeah! -Damn, Pablo.
Yeah! Damn, fun.
And put on the love mafia, and wink at the DJ, wink back at the DJ.
What the DJ doesn't know is that I'm screwing her here, and that I'll make her kneel, also that the glow won't shine on her in my room for a while.
She's a criminal, she looks at me and she's going to kill me.
Baby, you're not getting away today.
I sleep in the hotel across the street and I give you time to think about whether you're coming or going.
Yes, baby, I am the most, direct, the most into it.
Since I haven't found it, you haven't seen it around. My little brother is warned that I won't be going home to sleep today.
And I see you dancing, that you pay no attention to anyone, with the drink in your hand and the package in your arm.
If it looks like that with that little box skirt, I don't want to imagine it when you have it cua-cua. . . Hey, well, baby, work or study. And?
Because you are in yours. She looks at herself, puts a ponytail in her hair and asks if she's still pretty.
She knows she's pretty anyway.
You see, not even God hurt her, no, no, and she turned blonde. Baby, brunette, baby, you have to be mortal.
She's a criminal, she looks at me and she's going to kill me. Baby, you're not getting away today.
I sleep in the hotel across the street and I give you time to think about whether you're coming or going.
Yes, baby, I am the most, direct, the most into it.
I'm not a criminal, but it would be a crime if your tote and my bug don't team up tonight. I knew it as soon as I saw you.
Yes, baby, I admit it to you, I've been imagining your screams all night.
-She is a criminal. -She's a criminal, she's a criminal.
-She is a criminal.
-She's a criminal, -she's a criminal. -Hey, she's a criminal.
She's a cri-, -she's a criminal. -You are a murderer, on the street you are fine.