More songs by Jere Klein
More songs by Mateo on the Beatz
Description
Producer: Mateo on the beatz
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mucho gusto, ¿cómo está?
Hace mucho tiempo yo quería verla, mi cuarto quiere conocerla.
Diablo, loco, cómo me pones a mí, no. Quiero una noche nada más.
Ella me dice que no es la cantidad, sino que es la calidad.
Verla.
-Yo quiero mi camita desnuda. Tenerla.
-Y que me diga -al besarte. -Qué rico, papi gángster.
Mmm, qué rico fue chingarte. Mi lady, tú eres arte, brillas más que mil diamantes.
Y no dice nada, mmm, no dice nada. Me mata con tus ojitos y tu mirada.
Pónteme rica, mami, tú estás preparada. Que paso por ti en el Bentley, vamos pa' la Prada.
Y con su león en la mente cuadrada. Baby, estate tranqui, que está todo cuadrado.
Dime si quieres de mí, que si no soy un nada.
Tú sabes que me gusta to' el haya acaramelado. Y que siempre está la buena en to'a la wish.
Que tengo par de babies tirando al lío. Pero estoy viendo a tu mal.
Dale, deja que -esos bobos tiren de más. -Verla.
Yo quiero mi camita desnuda. Tenerla.
-Y que me diga al besarte. -Qué rico, papi gángster.
Mmm, qué rico fue chingarte. Mi lady, tú eres arte, brillas más que mil diamantes.
Dime, Gringo. Tengo una nueva cosa en mi bucket list y eres tú en una playa por
Malibú. Sin brasier y un Moscow mule. Besándote todo el body.
Baby, excuse me, I'm sorry, pero ese culito así se te ve tan mami.
Looks like moon and honey. No es que sea malo, mami, es que yo soy body.
Baby, excuse me, I'm sorry, pero ese culito así se te ve tan mami.
Looks like moon and honey. No es que sea malo, mami, es que yo soy body.
Mami, no me olvido de ese sycamore, de dejar la almohada Chanel.
Dime cómo hago pa' repetir ese veintidós en tu piel. No sé si fue ese Gigi
Ford, es un misterio que quiero resolver para-
Verla.
Yo quiero mi camita desnuda. Tenerla.
-Y que me diga al besarte. -Qué rico, papi gángster.
Mmm, qué rico -fue chingarte.
-Mi lady, tú eres arte, brillas más que mil diamantes.
Mateo once V.
Okey, tú sabes que no estamos jugando.
Baby Rasta y Gringo con el Jere, el de Chile, babo R. Dímelo, Furia.
Dile que somos los que estamos controlando las áreas, el Internet, la rua. Tú sabes que entender.
-Doce cinco. -Duro, cha.
Con los lo'o.
English translation
Nice to meet you, how are you?
I have wanted to see her for a long time, my room wants to meet her.
Devil, crazy, how do you put me, no. I just want one night.
She tells me that it is not the quantity, but it is the quality.
See her.
-I want my bed naked. Have it.
-And tell me -when kissing you. -How delicious, gangster daddy.
Mmm, how delicious it was to fuck you. My lady, you are art, you shine brighter than a thousand diamonds.
And he doesn't say anything, mmm, he doesn't say anything. It kills me with your little eyes and your look.
Make me rich, mommy, you are ready. What happened to you in the Bentley, let's go to Prada.
And with his lion in his square mind. Baby, stay calm, everything is square.
Tell me if you want about me, I'm nothing.
You know that I like all the caramelized beech. And there is always the good one in all the wish.
I have a couple of babies messing around. But I'm seeing your evil.
Come on, let those fools push too hard. -See her.
I want my bed naked. Have it.
-And tell me when I kiss you. -How delicious, gangster daddy.
Mmm, how delicious it was to fuck you. My lady, you are art, you shine brighter than a thousand diamonds.
Tell me, Gringo. I have a new thing on my bucket list and it's you on a beach for
Malibu. No bra and a Moscow mule. Kissing all over your body.
Baby, excuse me, I'm sorry, but that little butt looks so mommy like that.
Looks like moon and honey. It's not that it's bad, mommy, it's just that I'm a body.
Baby, excuse me, I'm sorry, but that little butt looks so mommy like that.
Looks like moon and honey. It's not that it's bad, mommy, it's just that I'm a body.
Mommy, I won't forget that sycamore, about leaving the Chanel pillow.
Tell me how I can repeat that twenty-two on your skin. I don't know if it was that Gigi
Ford, it's a mystery I want to solve for-
See her.
I want my bed naked. Have it.
-And tell me when I kiss you. -How delicious, gangster daddy.
Mmm, how delicious - it was fucking you.
-My lady, you are art, you shine brighter than a thousand diamonds.
Matthew eleven V.
Okay, you know we're not playing.
Baby Rasta and Gringo with Jere, the one from Chile, Babo R. Tell me, Furia.
Tell him that we are the ones who are controlling the areas, the Internet, the street. You know what to understand.
-Twelve five. -Hard, cha.
With the lo'o.