NOTTE CATTIVA (part. Guè)

From Palma
Hello, where are you? I miss you, can't wait to meet you, muah

Where are you going, miss? Because the night is bad if
In the spinning room you saw me first, oh-oh
You make love with your fingers, you act shy but you're naughty
Mamase, mamacita, it's a bad night, oh-oh

Pink dust on your dress like last night
Let's be calm, this time we might end up in jail
You'd be beautiful even in Zara, not just Margiela
Versace or Bottega, hey
Green eyes in a Rolls like my iPhone's battery
Mine are red, yes, I'm at zero, I didn't hold back
Clase Azul, Don Julio, Patrón, marijuana with popcorn
I'm counting dragons in the sky, but I undress you with my thoughts

Where are you going, miss? Because the night is bad if
In the spinning room you saw me first, oh-oh
You make love with your fingers, you act shy but you're naughty
Mamase, mamacita, it's a bad night

Hey, baby, what are you drinking, tequila?
If I see you, my heart races
If you undress, you kill me, you're a killer
I write sheets, the night inspires me
We're big once again
Go fast, then slow, then listen
I tell you: I fly among the stars, Skywalker
Even if you've taken off the last thing
Blockbuster, you're first, you're my hit
I go faster on you, it's Tokyo Drift
Uff, ah, run the town
Until what time can I check out?
Milan is expensive, you're tough, Hermés is written on your bag
How many people are there for you who spend
We do it and the asphalt feels the shock
We do it and

Where are you going, miss? Because the night is bad if
In the spinning room you saw me first, oh-oh
You make love with your fingers, you act shy but you're naughty
Mamase, mamacita, it's a bad night, oh-oh
Where are you going, miss? Because the night is bad if
In the spinning room you saw me first, oh-oh
You make love with your fingers, you act shy but you're naughty
Mamase, mamacita, it's a bad night