Las Lindas & Los Malos
Javiielo
The Beautiful & The Bad Ones
She didn't leave the house
The baby had her style
But she met a thug
Who hurt her and now she's classy but street
(Put it on)
She had a cat and hooked up
With a dog that snatched her away
She fell in love with the life of a gangster
(Don't look)
It's said that pretty girls
Die for bad boys
A saint, the little baby
But she goes after a devil
It's said that pretty girls
Die for bad boys
They make her feel things
And in bed they talk dirty
She asked me for the mask, she was going to take photos
She saw the gun and quickly wanted to shoot
In the club, if she's not VIP, she won't go in
And now she doesn't settle for anything less than Medusa, Gucci, and Valentino
The guys saying they lost her
And she's better than them from the fancy neighborhood
Saturday partying and Sunday horseback riding
Now she wants Moet, don't give her whiskey or wine
(Hold on, hold on, stop right there)
(What does she like then?)
And now she likes the guy from the neighborhood, the ghetto
The one involved in trafficking
The one with tattoos and retro
And who never texts her
From the neighborhood, from the ghetto
The one involved in trafficking
The one with tattoos and retro
And who never texts her
