Tú y Yo

(Crazy, crazy, listen to me carefully, look back)
Keloke is-is that the chick?
(That's it)
That's the one that me
I'm going there, go on, chatterbox
(No boy)
Yeah
(No boy, you're half crazy)
Oh shh I'm leaving (eh!)
I'm leaving (hey!)
Hey (damn!)
Hey (hey!)
Little friend (hey!)

My finger already hurts from giving you so many likes (eh)
If I were a tennis shoe I know I would be your size
What are you going to do tonight to invite yourself here?
A yaroa and a brugal to put on the rulay

I'm sorry I can't invite you to eat something expensive
So pretty and without a boyfriend, that's weird
Many things about us are said in the neighborhood
But let them suck a big ball (hey, uh)

I prayed to God at night
So that someone like you can send
And that look of yours gave color to my blue sky
Hey hey hey
Even though you are beautiful and your body is perfect
He has a heavy attitude without disrespect
You look like an actress but without the script
I'll give it all I have if you put it in me

I prayed to God at night
So that someone like you can send
And that look of yours gave color to my blue sky
And let them keep talking, let them keep commenting
While you and I, mommy, are not healing
Let all the crazy people on the block die of envy
And a pimping photo so they can suffocate

That ass in lycra is a crime
I would like to become your favorite trapper
To dedicate 100 topics to you every day, I know you like it
And even that is not enough to describe how much I like it
You

Your skin is softer than a teddy bear's
I reject everything for you and I'm not William Levy
I like to put your photo as wallpaper
Because I remember that I have the most beautiful thing in the galaxy

I prayed to God at night
So that someone like you can send
And that look of yours gave color to my blue sky

I know I'm not a big haired guy and I look like an ass
But I will be your hairy man, I swear to you
I want your heart and not just your ass
My love is like a cigarette, pure
(Did you understand why there is a cigar called a cigar?)

I prayed to God at night
So that someone like you can send
And that look of yours gave color to my blue sky

And let them keep talking, let them keep commenting
While you and I, mommy, are not healing
Let all the crazy people on the block die of envy
And a pimping photo so they can suffocate

My finger already hurts from giving you so many likes
If I were a tennis shoe I know I would be your size
What are you going to do tonight to invite yourself here?
A yaroa and a brugal to put on the rulay
(Crazy point)

My finger already hurts from giving you so many likes (yei 808)
If I were a tennis shoe I know I would be your size (yah)
What are you going to do tonight to invite yourself here (antisocial studio)
A yaroa and a brugal to put on rulay