Las Nenas (part. Farina, Cazzu y La Duraca)

Where are the girls who want
To be bad, bad, bad, bad?
And even though we're classy, today I want
To twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Booty here, booty there
And tra, tra, tra, tra
Booty here, booty there
And tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra

Disorder, disorder
I don't want them to behave
Disorder, disorder
If they're going to do something, abort the mission

Supreme twerking
Level of your ass? Extreme
Money, here we have it
And what doesn't exist, we make it

This boss lady says: Present
Yes it's a haircut, from the front
Meeting of the asses, I calculate the craziness
Behind these booties are all these cool daddies

For bottles, I brought a container
They're here already for all of my partners
A bitch is dressed, smelling like a designer
My legs shining, like my Black Diamonds

Tonight I'm going out on the street
I won't give you too many details
But my girls know the time
The place, they don't let me down

And we're not looking for a sugar daddy
If we're driving a Bugatti
And every time I arrive at the party
You know

I move it to the left (I move it to the left)
I move it to the right (to the right, to the right)
I didn't like your taste (mmm-mmm-mmm)
Daddy, you're not my size (hmm)

Where are the girls who want
To be bad, bad, bad, bad?
And even though we're classy, today I want
To twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Booty here, booty there
And tra, tra, tra, tra
Booty here, booty there
And tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra

Disorder, disorder
I don't want them to behave
Disorder, disorder
If they're going to do something, abort the mission

I want a twerk to make me lose my cool
Take off my Dolce heels
Uncork the bottles of Cheval
After three more, who will drive the Porsche?

It's past midnight and the hardcore twerking begins
Your egg is a half chopped
I, who am single, don't respect the married man
And tonight, he'll be the chosen one

What could happen? We break, break
Until the Sun rises, we aren't leaving
Raise your glasses, we toast to the jealous ones
They don't reach us here where we are

We go out fresh, very cute
Look at the design of my pedicure
I combine it with the manicure
We're ready for the party

Don't blame me, blame the Grey Goose, uh
The boobies bounce, bounce, we're mamis, crazy girls
We're the band raising the score
Give me a 69, don't mess it up (zero mess)

Get on the paddle
And you'll crash into the female version of the Father
We create the wave, together or alone
We're all one, I ask you now

Where are the girls who want
To be bad, bad, bad, bad?
And even though we're classy, today I want
To twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Booty here, booty there
And tra, tra, tra, tra
Booty here, booty there
And tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra, tra

Disorder, disorder
I don't want them to behave
Disorder, disorder
If they're going to do something, abort the mission

Natti Nat (the girl)
Tell me, Cazzu
Party-arty
La Duraca
Pina Records (La Duraca)
How was it? (F-A-R-I-N-A)
Pina Records (yah)
(Natti Nat)

If they're going to do something, abort the mission