LA REINA (remix) (feat. Maria Becerra y Villano Antillano)

(Like the queen does)
THE QUEEN remix, they say

Think carefully about the next move you’re gonna make
You’re not the only one who wants to have me (no)
Think carefully, 'cause I don’t like to lose

You can’t be a king if you don’t have the queen
Tonight by law, I’m the one who messes up your hair
When we eat each other up, you and I, you and I
No one does it like the queen does—
Like the queen does—

Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na

If I see you with her, I know your heart races
But there’s no competition, I checkmated her

You’ve got a bishop, but no feel
And your girl needs a Kill Bill
But I’m here, natural, chill (chill)
Booty, boobs, and lips without a fill

Today the queen eats her king
I brought two friends to make it a three-way
We’re partying hard, breaking the law
Living the royal life in Miami, babe

You can’t be a king if you don’t have the queen
Tonight by law, I’m the one who messes up your hair (that’s right)
When we eat each other up, you and I, you and I (come on)
No one does it like the queen does—
Like the queen does—

Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na

Red lips, cinnamon skin, the waist never stops
These hips are intoxicating, oh, Lola

Where the Latin sound is born, moving to the floor
You came from Europe, that flow, my God, bless it

We’re queens everywhere
In glow up, who could resist?
From the street, your runway
Paparazzi never stops

We’re queens everywhere
In glow up, who could resist?
From the street, your runway

You can’t be a king if you don’t have the queen
Tonight by law, I’m the one who messes up your hair (that’s right)
When we eat each other up, you and I, you and I (come on)
No one does it like the queen does—
(Like the queen does—)

Oh no, what a scandal
Villano was caught with another troublemaker
He’s done, bitch, sue him
I see that crazy guy watching me

Oh no, what a scandal
If he lies to you, I’m not considering it
Dripping up, ho, I’m tearing it down
You got played by another loser

I put on the horns, where are the real men?
The boot’s so hot, her pistachio horn
I come down all the way from under the mustache
When I eat it up, I cross them off my list

'Cause I’m the queen, you’re a cockroach
You’ll keep crying, calling me drunk
Blessed boy, macho, Camacho
All at once, and I’ll quickly send you off, muah

You can’t be a king if you don’t have the queen
Tonight by law, I’m the one who messes up your hair (that’s right)
When we eat each other up, you and I
Like the queen does—

Na-na-na, hey, hey
Na-na-na, hey
Like the queen does— (uh)

Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na
Like the queen does