La Que No Se Mueva (feat. Tommy Lee Sparta)
Bad Gyal
The One Who Doesn't Move (feat. Tommy Lee Sparta)
What do they fool you?
While I move it, I start to fly
Because that blunt I just burned
While I move it, they will encourage me
And all the thugs will watch
Bad Gyal
Whine up, whine up in jeans until your spine back
You grip me tight, your pussy tight, your body right (the most stuck in Spain, in Spain)
It has me moving my ass with the tempo
It comes out on its own, baby, the bass, I feel it
With the waist I control the movement
When I say I'm a pilot, I'm not lying
Among the smoke I make it bounce
And all my girls will encourage me
While I shake it, I burn green
Here we only twerk, we don't look
The one who doesn't move, is eliminated
And for the bad bitches we have the radar
It doesn't matter if you don't remember tomorrow
Ask for another bottle because it's about to finish
Here is little light
But everyone sees me
The spoiled girls from the club
Don't let us spend
Here is little light
But everyone sees me
The spoiled girls from the club
Don't let us spend
Come here girl, how hot your pussy is
Wet you up like a rag
You're gonna need a janitor
Gucci down duffel bag
Send you to America
What, you want, protection?
Hold a baretta
You know chaka-chaka
You do your hair regularly
Foot back, no batting
And your pussy not on fire
Ever bless you no prayer
You don't mix up in a rat
Treat you good the same way
Girl you could be a badass
Your man could be a top killer
Or he could be a G
Left my underpants on the bed for him to see
Oh Gosh, his girl just cheated
Ten seconds pass, so the boy freezes
Your man could be a sheriff
Or he could be a chief, from me coming to your yard
I have to have my peace
Paranoid
I know every night man sleeps
I'm here for you now, so the things they do are sweet
I'm making easy money like Michael
But the bad boys don't let me pay anything
I don't give in to the kids
Always surrounded by all the handsome boys
Moving my knee, marking the rhythm
And now everyone wants to get on my boat
Because everything I get on, I kill it
And you hear bomboclaat while I kill it
It has me moving my ass with the tempo
It comes out on its own, baby, the bass, I feel it
With the waist I control the movements
When I say I'm a pilot, I'm not lying
Among the smoke I make it bounce
And all my girls will encourage me
While I shake it, I burn green
Here we only twerk, we don't look
The one who doesn't move, is eliminated
And for the bad bitches we have the radar
It doesn't matter if you don't remember tomorrow
Ask for another bottle because it's about to finish
Here is little light
But everyone sees me
The spoiled girls from the club
Don't let us spend
Here is little light
But everyone sees me
The spoiled girls from the club
Don't let us spend