Angelito (part. Bad Gyal)

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Angelito (part. Bad Gyal)

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Baby girl
Tengo una historia pa' contarte, pero que yo solo sé
Let me know
Dime si hay amor de tu parte, no soy lo que conocés

Bebé, no diré nada
De la ciudad, yo escapaba
Aquí en la isla relajada
Yo lo enrolaba, él me besaba

Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas

Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferent, algo especial
Pa' mirarte a vos no me cansa'

Aunque el reloj tarde
Tengo love para vos, mami, sos arte
Tiene un don, prende un blunt, ya ni comparte
Mami, yo tengo una historia para contarte
Pero es de a dos, mami, sos parte

Con poquito, puedo enamorarte
Cuando te vi, tu actitud, me gustaste
Bailando, no evito pegarme
Con los demás, no logro conectarme

Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme, tú no te cansas

Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta
Té algo diferent, algo especial (rrah)
Pa' mirarte a vos no me cansa' (yeah)

Fue perfecto desde que me probaste
(Hoy voy a buscarte, baby girl) yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Después de eso querías segunda parte
Y yo no quería idealizarte

Estábamo' de party por Jamaica (yeah)
Todos bailan (ah)
Mucho whisky, muchos blone', nada cambia
La gente pide ploh-ploh, pide fire, ah
Yo llego, te doy un beso, mami, no hay má'

Yo, tu angelito, me pongo a volar
Quemando como si fuera rasta
Se te notan ganas de hacerme disfrutar
De mirarme tú no te cansas

Ven, ven, ven, mai
Ven, nadie toca a mi gyal
Ella quiere un real love gangsta (soy tu real love gangsta)
Té algo diferent, algo especial (yes, sir)
Pa' mirarte a vos no me cansa'

TR1, ma', Bad Gyal
¿Cómo dice, pai?

Baby girl
I have a story to tell you, but only I know it
Let me know
Tell me if there is love on your part, I am not what you know

Baby, I won't say anything
From the city, I escaped
Here on the island relaxed
I rolled him up, he kissed me

I, your little angel, am going to fly
Burning like a Rasta
You obviously want to make me enjoy
You never tire of looking at me

Come, come, come, mai
Come, nobody touches my gyal
She wants a real gangsta love
Tea something different, something special
I never tire of looking at you

Even if the clock is late
I have love for you, mommy, you are art
He has a gift, he lights a blunt, he doesn't even share
Mommy, I have a story to tell you
But it's two by two, mommy, you're part

With a little, I can make you fall in love
When I saw you, your attitude, I liked you
Dancing, I can't avoid hitting myself
With others, I can't connect

I, your little angel, am going to fly
Burning like a Rasta
You obviously want to make me enjoy
You never tire of looking at me

Come, come, come, mai
Come, nobody touches my gyal
She wants a real gangsta love
Tea something different, something special (rrah)
I'm never tired of looking at you (yeah)

It was perfect since you tried me
(Today I'm going to look for you, baby girl) yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
After that you wanted a second part
And I didn't want to idealize you

We were partying in Jamaica (yeah)
Everybody dances (ah)
Lots of whiskey, lots of blone', nothing changes
People ask for ploh-ploh, ask for fire, ah
I'll come, I'll give you a kiss, mommy, there's nothing else

I, your little angel, am going to fly
Burning like a Rasta
You obviously want to make me enjoy
You never tire of looking at me

Come, come, come, mai
Come, nobody touches my gyal
She wants a real love gangsta (I'm your real love gangsta)
Tea something different, something special (yes, sir)
I never tire of looking at you

TR1, ma', Bad Gyal
What do you say, dad?

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