La Receta

E-E-Evo Jedis
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Do it like I do it, I know you can't, no
A lot of lyrics, a lot of keys, too much flow
The little chicks say peep, peep and I get tangled
This is danced as if I were going to make you a child

But don't act like that, then it loses its charm
You have to feel this, girl, this is fire on the grill
If you're lost, follow me, I'm your map
Do what you have to do, if it doesn't wet you, it soaks you

Play with attitude, let all those who watch us suffer
Speaking clearly, clearly, we went too far
I don't care about anyone, just you and me
Nothing else is needed, baby, I brought everything

I want you, mommy, nothing else
I don't even look to the side, nah, nah
You're the recipe my doctor gave me
I'm so activated that I can't even stand myself

I want you, mommy, nothing else
I don't even look to the side, nah, nah
You're the recipe my doctor gave me
I'm so activated that I can't even stand myself

I'm a horse without a rider dealing out lashes
Galopping through life in search of one to climb on the saddle
You found this one that stings
Bend, girl, you don't eat sticks

I'm seasoning for the chickens, creole
While I'm alive I'm a yo-yo, I throw it, I pick it up
I do whatever I feel like, I've never asked for help
If León asks me a lot, but I play deaf

Serious with the guys, with the chicks I go crazy
Tego Calde, fat, the one who buries you in the mud
It's for the girls, sorry, I went on a trip
Control tower, give me the green light for landing

I want you, mommy, nothing else
I don't even look to the side, nah, nah
You're the recipe my doctor gave me
I'm so activated that I can't even stand myself

I want you, mommy, nothing else
I don't even look to the side, nah, nah
You're the recipe my doctor gave me
I'm so activated that I can't even stand myself, bae

Do it like I do it, I know you can't, no
A lot of lyrics, a lot of keys, too much flow
Play with attitude, let all those who watch us suffer
Speaking clearly, clearly, we went too far

I want you, mommy, nothing else
I don't even look to the side, nah, nah

Why are you going to look?
Jiggiri, jiggiri
Uah
I want you, mommy
You know
I don't even look to the side, ma

This is Tego Calderón
With Urba and Rome
From Barrio Obrero to school
Speaking clearly, clearly, we went too far
Whi-Whi, White Lion

Bend, girl, you don't eat sticks
Bend, girl, you don't eat sticks
Bend, girl (hold on), you don't eat sticks
Tego Calde, fat, the one who buries you in the mud