Si Tu Te Vas (feat. Jon Z)
Eladio Carrion
If You Leave (feat. Jon Z)
Yeh, yeh
High Quality on the beat
Baby, and if you leave, I don't want you to come back
I know you'll be jealous of me
When you see that I already have thousands more
She tells me that I don't love her anymore
But she's asking me for something you still haven't given me
Let's get tangled up in the rush
I don't understand your hurry anymore
She wants love at such a young age
And you'll be left with loneliness
Baby, and if you leave
Everything stays in the past
Because baby, I'm not going to mess up
Ever for the sake of a woman
Baby, and if you leave
Everything stays in the past
Because baby, I'm not going to mess up
Ever for the sake of a woman
Wait, baby, she's listening to you
If you leave, I won't fight
You'll cry for me, you'll miss me
When I was soaping your back in the shower
When I was jealous of you every day
When I gave you everything every day
Even if you're with him, girl, you're mine
You know it well, girl, don't laugh
No one like me will know how to touch you
That exact point that leads you to find
To feel the current in your body and fly
And look at it that way, baby, that I love
That kills me, that kills me
That I love, that kills me, that kills me
Baby, I'm not here for delays
Not for your kisses or hugs
But if you want, give me a piece
Even if I don't pay attention later
Ma', baby, don't talk to me about love
Talk to me about Gucci, Fendi, and Dior
Ma', baby, don't talk to me about love
Talk to me about money instead
Mami, tell me why you leave, if you always come back
I already know what you give, girl, I wasn't born yesterday
You're very wrong if you think I'm going to mess up
For that ass but it has no power
Mai tell me why you give, all dressed up, I don't know
Will she love me or will it be the Moet?
And I know she's leaving, but I don't trust, woman
If you leave, I'm not the one who's going to lose
Being a bastard, Eladio Carrion
Eladio Carrion, being a bastard
Jon Z men
High Quality on the beat
Duran The Coach
Eladio Carrion, being a bastard