ROBARTE (remix) (feat. Lauty Gram y Salastkbron)
El Joan
STEAL YOU (remix) (feat. Lauty Gram and Salastkbron)
She has many suitors, but not one like me
The girl is on fire
And I'm going through the day
Tonight I'm going to steal her
She has many suitors
They all love her, but she doesn't know what she feels
She wants punishment, not a ring or an earring
He wants to make love and the next one happens
(This is the remix to steal from you)
Tell me, mom, where are you?
I want to steal you so you and I can make love
Inside my room
Where nobody finds out
You call me whenever you want
I give you the bandit
Baby, all night long
You don't love me, but let's give it to each other
Whatever we do, no one else finds out
You give me the chance to fall in love
I give you everything you want
You don't love me, but let's give it to each other
Until we kill ourselves
Take a smoke, mommy, come on
Capsule
Baby, you are my devil
And I will always be your devil
I feel like the top if I have you on top
Of all the ones I have, none come close
I'll give you whatever you want without you asking me
Just give me the green light
To pick you up ma
Today I want to see you enroll and turn on
Stop smoking in bed
Like that time when
In bed we fall in love and get tangled up
I know, baby
That everything we did remained forever in your mind
And if you're okay, come
That someone like you lies to me
And if they are all bad, I want one like you
Now I have all the ones I want
But I just want to be with you
If you're climbing, baby, let me know
Because I want to steal you
Take you to my bed late until dawn
So be prepared
She has many suitors, but not one like me
The girl is on fire
And I'm up to date
I'm going to steal it
I'm going to steal it
Tell me, ma, where are you?
I want to steal from you
So that you and I can make love
Inside the room
Where nobody finds out
You call me whenever you want
I give it to you like a bandit
Baby, the whole night
The Bat, Mom
Hello, baby
She puts her cap on backwards
And in bed he is doing blah blah
Let the fireworks begin, asshole
You know that, don't you?
Style 32
We throw them away
The Joan
