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More songs by Vinnie Dollar
Description
Composer: Victor Gomez Soares
Composer: Vinnie Dollar
Producer: Slim Hanzo
Mixer: Ilyam
Masterer: Ilyam
Lyrics and translation
Original
Esa que tú no sabías, ¿verdad?
Mi amor, uh-oh.
Tú eres veneno, lo malo tan bueno, que a veces pienso que yo, uh-oh.
No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno.
Dame otra más, solo una noche más. A ti te trajo Satánas por la cola, por detrás.
Besitos en el cuello, uh-oh.
No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno. Me dijeron que tú eres mala, pero nunca era Lucifer.
Una diabla vestida de Prada que olía a Coco Chanel.
Tal vez no sea la indicada, pero sí es la que invité.
Imagina cuando va sin nada y eso que no miente tu mirada, uh-oh, uh-oh. No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno.
Una diabla vestida de Prada, uh-oh, uh-uh, uh-uh.
Me mira mientras lo mama y nunca dos sin tres.
Le doy como es, por eso no me compara con su ex. Yo solo le compro Prada y él era todo en detail.
La más mala, pero la distraigo como lo hace West.
Sorry, elle graba cuando lo hacemos con su móvil. Siempre que acabamos publica una story. Todo su cuerpo me sabe a Glory, ah.
Lo tengo tatuado en mi memoria.
Te vendo mi alma, pero tú pon el precio.
Preso de ti desde que te di el primer beso.
No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno.
Te vendo mi alma, pero tú pon el precio.
Preso de ti desde que te di el primer beso.
No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno.
Mi amor, uh-oh.
Tú eres veneno, lo malo tan bueno, que a veces pienso que yo, uh-oh.
No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno.
Dame otra más.
No quiero ir al cielo, prefiero tu infierno.
English translation
The one you didn't know, right?
My love, uh-oh.
You are poison, the bad so good, that sometimes I think that I, uh-oh.
I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell.
Give me another one, just one more night. Satan brought you by the tail, from behind.
Kisses on the neck, uh-oh.
I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell. They told me that you are bad, but it was never Lucifer.
A devil dressed in Prada who smelled like Coco Chanel.
Maybe she's not the one, but she's the one I invited.
Imagine when he goes without anything and your look doesn't lie, uh-oh, uh-oh. I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell.
A devil dressed in Prada, uh-oh, uh-uh, uh-uh.
He looks at me while I suck him and never two without three.
I give him what he is, that's why he doesn't compare me to his ex. I only buy him Prada and he was all about detail.
The meanest, but I distract her like West does.
Sorry, she records when we do it with her cell phone. Whenever we finish, he publishes a story. Her whole body tastes like Glory to me, ah.
I have it tattooed in my memory.
I sell you my soul, but you set the price.
Prisoner of you since I gave you the first kiss.
I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell.
I sell you my soul, but you set the price.
Prisoner of you since I gave you the first kiss.
I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell.
My love, uh-oh.
You are poison, the bad so good, that sometimes I think that I, uh-oh.
I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell.
Give me another one.
I don't want to go to heaven, I prefer your hell.