Por Ti (feat. Tripper, Harry Nach y Polimá Westcoast)
Julianno Sosa
For You (feat. Tripper, Harry Nach, and Polimá Westcoast)
The Tripper
It's the weekend and today she wants to misbehave
She left work earlier than usual
If it were up to me, I'd come pick you up
And if you don't want to, chill, nothing personal
But I for you, baby
I fly straight to wherever you are, I know
That you have something for me (Maf!)
With you I transform, you make me hot
Chi-Chi-Chiquitita waist, seems like from a porno
Now I'm going for you, baby
Don't be with the idiot who treats you like an ornament
He has to show you off and he doesn't value you
And I'm thinking of you, texting you all the time
Cheating is hitting, it's in fashion
Don't stay alone, mommy, this is your bedroom
Julianno Sosa, Harry Nach, and Polimá (dancing)
Dancing with you, shaking your butt, moving you
Without fear, the night is set for you
And for me, if it's for you, I'll go extreme
I'll take off your Victoria, I'm your king
Co-coming to you and that idiot calling you
Don't look at the phone and let it bounce off me
I have a g so we can burn inside the G-Class
And all those bitches I had, I left them for you
But if it's for you, baby
I fly straight to wherever you are, I know
That you have something for me
Tell me, baby
I fly straight to wherever you are, I know
That you have something for me (Westside, Westside)
Today is your day and you look super pretty
You were sad, but it was just a phase
I came to rescue you because that's what it's about
Not all superheroes wear capes, yeah
I throw it all, ma, to the door of your house
In the car, or if not upstairs, so everyone knows what's going on
I'm not going to break your heart, but your everything
I've been with others and like yours, there's no other
Bu-But I for you, baby
I fly straight to wherever you are, I know
That you have something for me
Tell me, baby
I fly straight to wherever you are, I know
That you have something for me
Yeah, 898
Dizzy shit
Julianno Sosa
Together with the Westside, yeah
Polimá Westcoast
Sosa Maf, yeah, ey
Westside, Westside
What a fucking hit
Harry, Harry Nach, ey
A gathering for history, ey
We are number one
We are number one, woh