Party Lyrics – Last-Dude
Singer: Last-Dude
Title: Party
Sus ojos piden love and sex
Baila pegada a la pared
Pide fumar un poco ‘e weed
‘Tá grande ese totó y se ve
Dame eso pa’ que habilite y que no pare
Que voy gastando ticket’ adentro ‘el party
El color de su boca es igual al Campari
Baila y sola se toca, qué rica está la mami
Sus ojos piden love and sex
Baila pegada a la pared
Pide fumar un poco ‘e weed
‘Tá grande ese totó y se ve (Lo siento)
En mi paí’ yo soy la vo’ de la experiencia
Lo hicimo’ chillin’, ma’, le dimo’ con paciencia
Ando en Miami, ‘toy haciendo diligencia’
Yo doy la clase, el reggaetón es pura ciencia
Tu novia me hace servicio de inteligencia
Con los tinte’ negro’, pero tengo transparencia
Si me encuentra la poli, yo voy a fingir demencia
Me siguen las modelo’, ya mismo me hago una agencia
Mi disco le fue bien y eso que ni vi las venta’
Lo sé por lo’ ceros en los saldo’ de la cuenta
Nos mantenemo’ lowkey, real como noventa
No sé manejar pero me voy a comprar un Tesla (Brrum, brrum)
Eh, vamo’ a cambiar la onda, compa
Acá donde vivimo’, los pibito’ somos vago’
La humilda’ es en la calle y la calle sabe cómo hago
Pa’ que arranquen y dejarlo’ bien callado’
Siempre con lo’ ojos tumbado’ y un vinito en una botella cortada
Que si pinta de noche, me identifica
Vamos tirando humo por el aire con la clicka
Adentro del baile ya saben qué significa
Si tiramo’ los prohibido’ con el combo que la aplica
Flow violento
De victoria estoy hambriento
El sonido del cajero, baby, me pone contento
Siempre estoy tirando bombas, atento
Habla mierda de mi y al diablo te presento
Diabólico, insólito, los autos siempre exóticos
Los hago quebrar sin cólicos, todo lo gane yo solito
Están metiendo pie a propósito y van a caer como un dominó (Kaleb Di Masi, baby)
Porque ahora el juego lo domino con mi presencia y con mi voz
Mata-taka, le doy raka-taka-taka
Tiene alta burraka si ella toca taka-taka-taka
Se me para-paraliza el tiempo si se agacha
Toda’ la’ guacha’ bajan porque ‘tá Kaleb (Ya tú sabe)
Andamo’ guacha por la pilcha, no por lo’ billete’-tete
Se la cuelgo a lo’ gile’ como un XT TT
Si bardero y en el ghetto mueve lo’ paquete-tete
Pero el cache de tu turra e’ sede
Mami, uh, apaga la lu’
Ella no se baña pero toma champú
No perdió la maña, siempre sacando el cu
Guacha, no soy Robin pero ando el hood
Y si ve la plata del cajero, al toque me entrega el caquero
Si su novio era un patero, pajero, fue pasajero
Nosotro’ andamo’ en el ghetto con el Homer Mero Mero
Con la sed de la de Diego, lo’ má’ turro del potrero
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Party – English Translation
His eyes ask love and sex
Dance stuck to the wall
Ask for smoking a bit ‘e weed
‘Tá big that totó y is seen
Give me that pa ‘who enables and does not stop
I’m going to spend ticket ‘in’ El Party
The color of her mouth is equal to the Campari
She dances and alone is played, how rich is the mom
The eyes of her ask love and sex
Dance stuck to the wall
Ask for smoking a bit ‘e weed
‘Tá big that totó and it looks (I’m sorry)
In my country ‘I am the VO’ of the experience
I did it ‘Chillin’, Ma ‘, Le Dimo’ with patience
Ando in Miami, ‘Toy doing diligence’
I give class, reggaeton is pure science
Your girlfriend makes me intelligence service
With the ‘black’ dye, but I have transparency
If she finds me the cop, I’m going to pretend dementia
Follow me the model ‘, and now I make an agency
My album went well and that I did not even see the sale ‘
I know for the ‘zeros in the balance’ of the account
We keep ourselves’ Lowkey, real like ninety
I do not know how to handle but I’m going to buy a tesla (brrum, brrum)
H, vamo ‘to change the wave, compa
Here where I live ‘, the Pibito’ we are vague ‘
The humble ‘is on the street and the street knows how I do
Pa ‘that start and leave it’ well silent ‘
Always with the ‘eyes lying’ and a vinito in a cut bottle
That if you paint at night, I identify
Let’s pull smoke through the air with the click
Inside the dance you already know what it means
If I pull ‘the forbidden’ with the combo that applies it
violent flow
Of victoria I’m hungry
The sound of the cashier, baby, it makes me happy
I’m always pulling bombs, attentive
Speak f#ck me and the devil I present you
Diabolic, unusual, always exotic cars
I make them break without colic, everything win me alone
They are getting standing on purpose and they will fall as a domino (Kaleb di Masi, Baby)
Because now the game dominates him with my presence and with my voice
Mata-Taka, I give him Raka-Taka-Taka
She has high burraka if she plays taka-taka-taka
I stopped-paralyzed time if she crouches
All ‘The’ Guacha ‘descend because’ Tá Kaleb (you already know)
Andamo ‘Guacha for the pilcha, not for the’ ticket ‘-tete
I hang it to the ‘Gile’ as an XT TT
IF BARDER AND IN THE GHETTO MOVE THE ‘PACKET-TEET
But the cache of your turra e ‘headquarters
Mommy, Uh, turns off the lu ‘
She does not bathe but she takes shampoo
She did not lose her skill, always taking the cu
Guacha, I’m not Robin but I’m the Hood
And if you see the silver of the cashier, at the touch gives me the canker
If her boyfriend was a padier, pajero, it was passenger
We ‘Andamo’ in El Ghetto with the Homer Mero Mero
With the thirst for Diego, the ‘Má’ Turro del Potrero
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Lyrics Last-Dude – Party
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