LA REINA (remix) (feat. Lola Indigo y Villano Antillano)

(Like the queen does)
THE QUEEN remix, it says (uh)
Think carefully about your next move
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 (uh)
Tonight by law, I’m the one who messes up your hair (uh)
When we eat each other, you and I, you and I
No one does it like the queen does— (ay)
Like the queen does—

Na-na-na-na-na (ey)
Na-na-na-na-na (ey)
Na-na-na-na-na (ey)
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)
Ass, 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 like royalty in Miami, babe

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

Na-na-na-na-na (ey)
Na-na-na-na-na (ey)
Na-na-na-na-na (ey)
Na-na-na-na-na

Red lips, cinnamon skin, the waist never stops
These hips will poison you, oh, Lola (Lola)
Where the Latin sound is born, it moves all the way to the floor
You got stuck when it hit, that flow, my
We’re queens everywhere
In a glow up, who could resist?
From the street, your runway
Paparazzi never stops
We’re queens everywhere
In a glow up, who could resist?
From the street, your runway

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

Oh no, what a scandal
Villana was dodging with another thug
He’s acting up, 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
As a kid, they hit you with another loser
I put the horns on, where are the real men?
The boot is so hot, her pistachio horn
I come at you all the way down from the mustache
When I eat it, I cross them off my list
'Cause I’m the queen, you’re a cockroach
You’ll keep crying, calling me drunk
Bless your heart, macho, camacho
All at once and quickly, I’ll dispatch you, 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, you and I
Like the queen does—

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