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Description
Producer: Los Del Control
Producer: Pipo Beatz
Author: Beatriz Constenla
Author: Thais Amores Garcia
Music Arranger: Cristian Nicolás Espinosa
Music Arranger: Borja Jimenez
Music Arranger: Adrián Gil
Lyricist: Juan Pablo Molino Villalba
Lyrics and translation
Original
Pipo Pi. Ah. Cerra Pie', La Bea.
No tengo vicio, mami, tú eres mi vicio. Me hiciste un hechizo, mami, un maleficio.
Yo que era bandida, que era mala de oficio. No sé qué me hace que me saca de quicio.
No tengo vicio, mami, tú eres mi vicio. Me hiciste un hechizo, mami, un maleficio.
Yo que era bandida, que era mala de oficio. No sé qué me hace que me saca de quicio.
Pero me dejo llevar, por ti me dejo arrastrar.
Me lo hace bien, pero me hace mal cuando bebo. Baby, solo quiero que me vuelva a chingar.
Quiere to', todo, loca, somo' adicta al sex. No, no, no hemos acabado y ya quiere otra vez.
Es por nosotras el tema del plan B. Nos juntamo' el hambre con las ganas de comer.
Fui a que me echaran las cartas.
Ta-ta-ta-- me dijo: "De ahí mejor te apartas si no quieres que el corazón te lo parta". Ay, que me lo parta.
Y yo lo que quiero es que me parta, me parta, me rompa, me arranque la ropa, me tire del pelo, me coja del cuello, me pegue una hostia, que, que, que, que, que, que me escupa en la boca.
No tengo vicio, mami, tú eres mi vicio. Me hiciste un hechizo, mami, un maleficio.
Yo que era bandida, que era mala de oficio.
No sé qué me hace que me saca de quicio. No tengo vicio, mami, tú eres mi vicio.
Me hiciste un hechizo, mami, un maleficio. Yo que era bandida, que era mala de oficio.
No sé qué me hace que me saca de quicio. Siempre que lo hacemos, hacemos llorar a las vírgenes.
Eso no son polvos, son crímenes. Es-es-es-eso no son polvos, son crímenes.
Ey, tú no le pares, ven, síguele. Que tú sabes que soy diva en tu cama, soy machona y de oficio y mala.
Y yo quiero que me parta, me escupa en la boca, me tire del pelo, te meta farlopa en mi toto. Huele a mono, gotas coco. Te di guión y que voy, no tienes ni voz ni voto.
Él me pone triste, tú como una moto. Te vuelvo a hablar, lo vuelvo loco.
No tengo vicio, mami, tú eres mi vicio. Me hiciste un hechizo, mami, un maleficio.
Yo que era bandida, que era mala de oficio.
No sé qué me hace que me saca de quicio. No tengo vicio, mami, tú eres mi vicio.
Me hiciste un hechizo, mami, un maleficio. Yo que era bandida, que era mala de oficio.
Yo sé, yo sé, yo sé que no debo, pero yo te quiero dar. Conmigo te dejas pelar.
Te lo hago bien, pero te hago mal cuando bebo. Baby, solo quiero que me vuelva a chingar.
English translation
Pipo Pi. Oh. Cerra Pie', La Bea.
I have no vice, mommy, you are my vice. You put a spell on me, mommy, a curse.
I was a bandit, I was bad at work. I don't know what he does to me that drives me crazy.
I have no vice, mommy, you are my vice. You put a spell on me, mommy, a curse.
I was a bandit, I was bad at work. I don't know what he does to me that drives me crazy.
But I let myself be carried away, by you I let myself be carried away.
It's good for me, but it's bad for me when I drink. Baby, I just want him to fuck me again.
She wants everything, everything, crazy, we are addicted to sex. No, no, we're not done and he wants it again.
It's because of us the issue of plan B. We combine hunger with the desire to eat.
I went to have the cards dealt to me.
Ta-ta-ta-- he told me: "You better get away from there if you don't want your heart to break." Oh, let me break it.
And what I want is for him to break me, to break me, to tear my clothes off, to pull my hair, to grab me by the neck, to hit me with shit, to spit in my mouth.
I have no vice, mommy, you are my vice. You put a spell on me, mommy, a curse.
I was a bandit, I was bad at work.
I don't know what he does to me that drives me crazy. I have no vice, mommy, you are my vice.
You put a spell on me, mommy, a curse. I was a bandit, I was bad at work.
I don't know what he does to me that drives me crazy. Whenever we do it, we make the virgins cry.
That's not sex, it's crimes. That's-that's-that's not sex, it's crimes.
Hey, don't stop him, come, follow him. You know that I am a diva in your bed, I am macho and by trade and bad.
And I want him to break me, spit in my mouth, pull my hair, put farlopa in my toto. It smells like monkey, coconut drops. I gave you a script and that's it, you have no say.
He makes me sad, you like a motorcycle. I'll talk to you again, I drive him crazy.
I have no vice, mommy, you are my vice. You put a spell on me, mommy, a curse.
I was a bandit, I was bad at work.
I don't know what he does to me that drives me crazy. I have no vice, mommy, you are my vice.
You put a spell on me, mommy, a curse. I was a bandit, I was bad at work.
I know, I know, I know I shouldn't, but I want to give it to you. With me you let yourself fight.
I do you good, but I do you bad when I drink. Baby, I just want him to fuck me again.