Loquita (remix) (feat. Los Turros y Doble P)

The 'classic' never die
And Los Turros sound
For the kids to smoke churros

Loquita, there is no one at home, come into my room
Let's make love in the dark
Below the Moon

Mommy, you are my great obsession and you
Let's make love in the dark
Below the Moon

Mommy, you are my turrita, the flower of my pica
I am your crazy, you are my crazy
The one who has known me since I was wacho
For everyone I am ECKO, but for you I am Nacho

The wacho singer, the one who knew how to love you
Give you everything you deserve for banking on you
I'm on tour, I'm late
The one who forgives me even though I always send her to me

Eternally I want to have you
What I feel is so strong
And holding back is so hard
My mind is losing control

Loquita, there is no one at home, come into my room
Let's make love in the dark
Below the Moon

And Los Turros sound
For the kids, smoke churros

If you go crazy for me and I go crazy for you
You know that I am the turro in love with you
You my little girl, my special girl
The one I chamuye for the private Instagram

Obviously, the criminal stole my heart
And although time has passed I can't get you out of my mind
For you, I kill or die without a dime
Because you are the woman who never let me die

And eternally I want to have you
What I feel is so strong
And holding back is so hard
My mind is losing control

Loquita, there is no one at home, come into my room
Let's make love in the dark
Beneath the Moon

Mommy I want you to grab your cell phone
and then you call me
From one to seven, the key
I know things you don't know
I have the key to your body
I went out, I'm on the ship

and you are no longer with me
Now I'm lost like a crazy person
A couple of drinks and I already want to be with you
Mommy, look at the return of destiny
I meet you at the dance and in your ear I say

Loquita, there is no one at home, come into my room
Let's make love in the dark
Below the Moon

Mommy, you are my great obsession and you
Let's make love in the dark
Below the Moon

Hey, the classics never die
Cristian, Cris
Hey, Double P

And Los Turros sound
For the kids, smoke churros