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

Where are the girls who want
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting?
And even though we're classy, today I want
Twerking, twerking, twerking, twerking

Ass to here, ass to there
And tra, tra, tra, tra
Ass to here, ass to 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 classy boss lady is present
If it's for wilding out, head on
Meeting of asses, I calculate the craziness
Behind these buttocks, all these cool daddies

I brought a container of bottles
They're here for all my partners
A dog dressed, smelling like designer
My legs shining, like my Black Diners

Tonight, I'm going out on the street
I won't give you many details
But my girls know the time
The place, 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
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting?
And even though we're classy, today I want
Twerking, twerking, twerking, twerking

Ass to here, ass to there
And tra, tra, tra, tra
Ass to here, ass to 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 twerking that makes me lose my caché
Take off the Dolce heels
Uncork the bottles of Cheval wine
After three more, who will drive the Porsche?

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

What could happen? That we break it, break it
Until the sun rises, we won't leave
Raise your glasses, we toast to the jealous ones
They don't reach 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 boobs bounce, bounce, we're tipsy, girls
We're the band raising the note
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
Flirting, flirting, flirting, flirting?
And even though we're classy, today I want
Twerking, twerking, twerking, twerking

Ass to here, ass to there
And tra, tra, tra, tra
Ass to here, ass to 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