Tu Me Dices, Yo Te Digo

Mommy, are you my dracula girl? (Ha ha)
'Cause I'm your Dracula boy

You hit the wall, and I don't force you to dance
But I can't stand looking
You ask me, I ask you
I want to understand your five senses
But I can't stand looking
You tell me, I tell you

I'm not going to force you, but I'm going to hit myself little by little
You know, without the spotlight shining on me
Nobody has to watch what we do'
Not even how we move'
This is wacka-one-two, and we'll see you
Rottweilas, the biggest
I follow you, you follow me
Ask so you can investigate
I look for a trash can and invest it
Boom-boom, I'm resolved
And my enemies are still 'dead'
Nobody sounds in this league, -go on, tell your friends'
That you are with Coscu, it's another flow, it's another league
Bad boy with a princess, God in the chain
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I want to hang out with you, hesitate with you
If you and I can spend a while
Mommy, I love you for me
No, I can't stop thinking about you

You hit the wall, and I don't force you to dance (Ah-ah)
But I can't stand looking
You ask me, I ask you (Yeah-yeah)
I want to understand your five senses
But I can't stand looking
You tell me, I tell you (I love you)

No, don't turn on the light or I'll get confused (Haha)
I've been planning the revoluse for a while (Aha)
You with me doing it alone 'esnus
And then we pirated it on YouTube
You are my Bubbalooba
And I'm your wolf boy, my sugga
They say about Boricua from Cuba
All my niggas get down, and we keep them underground
Wha-what, wha-what, smoking this pound
What's up motherfuckers? You will fall to the floor if you touch me
How many have you already killed with your mouth?
A lot of "Blah-blah", but little "Pla-pla"
They talk about cachin-chin, but they have nothing, El Princi

I want to hang out with you, hesitate with you
If you and I can spend a while
Mommy, I love you for me
No, I can't stop thinking about you (El Princi)

You hit the wall, and I don't force you to dance
But I can't stand looking
You ask me, I ask you
I want to understand your five senses
But I can't stand looking
You tell me, I tell you

I want to hang out with you, hesitate with you—
You can be there for a while and—
And I love you for me
No, I can't stop thinking about you
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