La Tóxica (remix) (feat. Sech, Myke Towers, Jay Wheeler y Tempo)

She has all her points clear
First the street, then her friends
Bottles up and a Phillie on the way out
Now no one stops her from going out (no)
Now she laughs at that poor fool

Just got out of a toxic relationship
They convinced her and she got ready to go
(This is the motherfuckin' remix)
Laramercy gang, Farru!

And she goes out to the street in search of a party
Where they play music, hookah and bottles (Farru!)
And she goes out to the street in search of a party
She doesn't want love, she's ready for dancing

Hey, yo'

What she wants is to clear her mind
Where there's an atmosphere
Independent since she turned twenty
She goes out with the same ones as always, to erase the depression

They feel the pressure, play their song
Attracts attention, made to perfection
I feel like what we have is an obsession
They say from her block she's the sensation

She doesn't care what they say about her, neither do I
Many say that if I have you I lose focus
I know she's toxic, but I forget when I touch her
The desire for us to be like them

Now she's going to smoke
They talk to her about love, but she doesn't care anymore
Today she's going to get drunk
She wants to forget the past

She moves down to the bass rhythm
And she doesn't care what they say about her
A couple of Phillies to forget about the guy
She doesn't want to fall in love again (favorite voice, baby)

She goes out to the street in search of a party, hey
Where they play music, there's hookah and bottles
And she goes out to the street in search of a party
She doesn't want love, she's ready for dancing (this is Sech)

She dances more and cries less
Now that we're alone
What do we do, baby?
What do we do, baby?

She has a mirror and knows she's beautiful
Hair down to her ass like a maiden
Beautiful, that's always her
Dancing she's a star (security guards behind her)

When she dances she breaks
There's no space for competition
She's sold out, full of flow and you haven't noticed
If you don't recycle, she leaves you on the floor (oh-oh)

Who's in charge here
The women or the men, huh?
One, two, one, two (T-E-M-P)

If that's what she wants, take it, take it
Dance in front of her, say: Tra, tra
Put your hand up, shout: Tra, tra (what?)
That's how my crew shouts: Boom-boom-boom-boom

Now you, baby, tell her (slut, slut)
You're the one in charge, tell her: Tra, tra (slut, slut)
I did this for you, shout: Tra, tra (slut, slut)
And all the jealous ones, what? Tra (slut; what?)

Give me action, down low, spoiled, go
I love the way you move your new clothes, baby
If you feel bad, come with me on a trip, baby
Stop the track, DJ (tra)

She moves down to the bass rhythm
She doesn't care what they say about her
She doesn't want to know about commitment
And let the bastard who hurt her die

She moves down to the bass rhythm
And she doesn't care what they say about her
Yeah, hey
Hands up single women (Farru!)

She says this is her song
And she has it on repeat
On social media she steals the show
Dedicating it, she posts

She moves to forget the pain
Now she wants to be bad, she's tired of being good
She gets active when the dembow plays
Crazy for the quarantine to end

To go all the way down, rolling to the street
She let go and became complete, she's powerful
She doesn't care what the envious ones say
A woman so scorned is very dangerous

Forgot the anniversary, deleted all the comments
Changed the user photo, she has no schedule to arrive
Drinks and smokes daily, party on the calendar
She doesn't give a damn what the guy's mother says, sorry for the language

(Farru)

And she goes out to the street in search of a party (a party)
Where there's music, hookah and bottles (bottles)
And she goes out to the street in search of a party
She doesn't want love, she's ready for dancing