Noche Buena

I ain't Santa Claus but I'll give you your Christmas Eve
Baby
After midnight, you'll be my dinner
Now we're topping it off and staying with the scene
The one who was talking trash, we kicked him out of the hive

I ain't Santa Claus but I'll give you your Christmas Eve
Baby
After midnight, you'll be my dinner
Now we're topping it off and staying with the scene
The one who was talking trash, we kicked him out of the hive

I'm making music while I'm in the zone
Got them nodding from Arica to Punta Arenas
Now it's my turn to be happy 'cause I've suffered a lot
Connections are overflowing, not from Movistar, my baby

The guys are envious
'Cause things are going well for me
From zero to a hundred, I'm climbing up
Those who had it out for me ask for a photo when they see me
I'm hanging out with girls who see me as their crush

Come
'Cause there's no shortage of twenty-somethings here
Starting with instrumentals is becoming common
I have a crazy writing style
No one writes it for me, they see it comes from my mind

That girl wants me to punish her
Dancing in the club, she sticks with me
She came with her friend and leaves with me
We got cash, that's why I tell her
She wants weed, I get it for her
I run my tongue below her belly button
I looked for it, I lived it, I climbed up alone and they're witnesses

What
I'm with my family
We're gonna top it off like Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria
We're always on alert
For the jerks out there with yellow minds

I ain't Santa Claus but I'll give you your Christmas Eve
Baby
After midnight, you'll be my dinner
Now we're topping it off and staying with the scene
The one who was talking trash, we kicked him out of the hive

I ain't Santa Claus but I'll give you your Christmas Eve
Baby
After midnight, you'll be my dinner
Now we're topping it off and staying with the scene
The one who was talking trash, we kicked him out of the hive

Don't act all innocent when you love three-way kisses
Like the track this song sings
I'm still the same, money doesn't change me
Tomorrow I might die or I might be with my gang in Atlanta

Planting my flag
They'll hear all my songs, even the fools who don't want to
I have them hooked, mama'era
While I'm making it in music without any record label

I'll buy you whatever you want without hesitation
I got you hot like a teapot
I'll hit it in different ways
We'll go wild then back home for a homemade romp

I don't show off with the money I make
We're making moves in the genre like my healthy little chorus
I wake up early to write
They hear me in the pen, free Sebita, that's my brother

Shake that booty
That excites me
Brought some friends for all my buddies
And they're damn wild
And I stayed with the prettiest one
I'm tough and no one can take that away from me

I ain't Santa Claus but I'll give you your Christmas Eve
Baby
After midnight, you'll be my dinner
Now we're topping it off and staying with the scene
The one who was talking trash, we kicked him out of the hive

I ain't Santa Claus but I'll give you your Christmas Eve
Baby
After midnight, you'll be my dinner
Now we're topping it off and staying with the scene
The one who was talking trash, we kicked him out of the hive