Be-bellaqueo, be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo
Be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo
Be-bellaqueo, be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo
Be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo
Tú ere' una de esas gata' que se cuida sola
Con esa mirá' que mata como pistola
Si un huеón le grita, ella se pica a chora
Siguе siendo fina, maquillaje sephora
A veces fría como un freezer
Y cuando está caliente, por mensaje' me lo dice
Que le caiga a su depa por la noche
Que quiere sentirme cerquita de su broche
Qué bien te ve' bajo la Luna iluminando el cuarto
Bebé, deja poner la playlist y luego te parto
Me estás pidiendo, mami, que te dé en cuatro
Chica, tú quiere' provocarme un infarto
Qué bien te ve' bajo la Luna iluminando el cuarto
Bebé, deja poner la playlist y luego te parto
Me estás pidiendo, mami, que te dé en cuatro
Chica, tú quiere' provocarme un infarto
Tú ere' una de esa' gata' que se cuida sola (be-bellaqueo, be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Con esa mirá' que mata como pistola (be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Tú ere' una de esa' gata' que se cuida sola (be-bellaqueo, be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Con esa mirá' que mata como pistola (be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
La noche que te llevaste mi camisa de Brasil
Lleva' toda la magia de Ronaldo de assis
Recuerdo ese besito al subirte al taxi
Casi te digo que te amo, mami, casi (casi)
Pero tú no ama' tan fácil
No le da a cualquiera su corazón
El último cabrón la dejó frágil
Una gata como tú tiene clase
Hace que a otras mujere', baby, rechace
Ese corte que tú tiene' aparte
Darte quiero, bae, chingarte
Qué bien te ve' bajo la Luna iluminando el cuarto
Bebé, deja poner la playlist y luego te parto
Me estás pidiendo, mami, que te dé en cuatro
Chica, tú quiere' provocarme un infarto
Qué bien te ve' bajo la Luna iluminando el cuarto
Bebé, deja poner la playlist y luego te parto
Me estás pidiendo, mami, que te dé en cuatro
Chica, tú quiere' provocarme un infarto
Tú ere' una de esa' gata' que se cuida sola (be-bellaqueo, be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Con esa mirá' que mata como pistola (be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Tú ere' una de esa' gata' que se cuida sola (be-bellaqueo, be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Con esa mirá' que mata como pistola (be-bellaqueo, be-be-bellaqueo)
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Ey
No mames, Wey, ¿cómo que otra rola para ella, cabrón?
Ya
Na-naughtiness, na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness
Na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness
Na-naughtiness, na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness
Na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness
You are one of those bitches that takes care of herself
With that look that kills like a gun
If a dude yells at her, she stings the hell out
Stays fine, Sephora makeup
Sometimes cold like a freezer
And when she's hot, she tells me by message
That I have to go to her apartment at night
That she wants to feel me near her brooch
You look so good under the Moon illuminating the room
Baby, let me put the playlist and then I'll break you
You're asking me, mami, to give you on four
Girl, you want to give me a heart attack
You look so good under the Moon illuminating the room
Baby, let me put the playlist and then I'll break you
You're asking me, mami, to give you on four
Girl, you want to give me a heart attack
You are one of those bitches that takes care of herself (na-naughtiness, na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
With that look that kills like a gun (na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
You are one of those bitches that takes care of herself (na-naughtiness, na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
With that look that kills like a gun (na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
The night you took my shirt from Brazil
It carries all the magic of Ronaldo de Assis
I remember that little kiss when you got into the taxi
I almost told you that I love you, mami, almost (almost)
But you don't love so easily
She doesn't give just anyone her heart
The last bastard left her fragile
A cat like you has class
It makes me reject other women, baby
Also, that haircut you have
Give you I want, bae, fuck you
You look so good under the Moon illuminating the room
Baby, let me put the playlist and then I'll break you
You're asking me, mami, to give you on four
Girl, you want to give me a heart attack
You look so good under the Moon illuminating the room
Baby, let me put the playlist and then I'll break you
You're asking me, mami, to give you on four
Girl, you want to give me a heart attack
You are one of those bitches that takes care of herself (na-naughtiness, na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
With that look that kills like a gun (na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
You are one of those bitches that takes care of herself (na-naughtiness, na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
With that look that kills like a gun (na-naughtiness, na-na-naughtiness)
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Hey
No way, dude, another song for her you bastard?
Already