Miradas - Carlitos Rossy, Tommy Boysen

Eh yeah eh yeah, yeah ehh

Yeah

Esto de tú y yo nadie lo sabe

Es que lo prohibido te pone grave

Así comienza luego de miradas

Sé que andas acompañada y de la mano se nos sale

Yo no sé que será, cuando tu me hables ma'

Y nos vemos en el club, se olvida con quien esta'

Quiero que nos escapemos los dos

Yo sé que estás pensando lo mismo

Tú mirada te delata, tú-tú debilidad ahh

Quiero que nos escapemos los dos

Yo sé que estás pensando lo mismo

Como lo hacemo' del rosé

Te trepas con el rosé

Te embobastes tu ahí, yo nunca te besé

Dice que no es como yo, estando en escases

Que la trato en la antigua

Que sigo como el cassette

Es que te toco como DJ en discoteca

Aquí ganamos con rollex, sin rollex en la muñeca

Tú la hace una santa de lunes a jueves

Pero los viernes se descontrola y conmigo peca

Piensas que no fuma, conmigo se arrebata

Le entra la bellaquera

Y sin ropa se retracta

Yeah entré a la disco y te vi, supe que estabas pa' mi

Estaba acompañada pero eso no me importa a mi

Es que tu ere' una mami chula, esa que se ve en latin bit

Quiero partirte como parto to’os lo ritmo, to’os los beat

Estas demasiao' beauty, no te me hagas la picky

Como bailan los toy yo quiero que me haga un striptease

Te hace' como que no me conoce pero es un chiste

Si te vistes de Tommy pero tu piquete es pique

Yo no sé que será, cuando tu me hables ma'

Y nos vemos en el club, se olvida con quien esta'

Quiero que nos escapemos los dos

Yo sé que estás pensando lo mismo

Tú mirada te delata, ser tú debilidad ahh

Quiero que nos escapemos los dos

Yo sé que estás pensando lo mismo

Yeah (uh na na na) yeah yeah (C.R.O.)

This is Tommy Boysen (uh oh uh oh uh oh)

Carlitos Rossy (Doble S, I griega)

Melou D (na na na na ahhh)

Tyto Kush hey yeah yeah (Tommy Boysen)

Yeah yeah (Melou D)

Yo' Shine, el misterio musical

Young Music, Young Mafia

La verdadera mafia en la música

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

Tamos' chillin' baby

Hey yeah hey yeah, yeah hey

yeah

This about you and me nobody knows

It is that what is prohibited makes you serious

This is how it begins after looks

I know you are accompanied and hand in hand it comes out

I don't know what it will be, when you talk to me ma'

And see you at the club, you forget who you're with

I want us both to escape

I know you're thinking the same thing

Your look gives you away, you-your weakness ahh

I want us both to escape

I know you're thinking the same thing

How do we do it 'of the rosé

You climb with the rosé

You gawked there, I never kissed you

She says she's not like me, being in short supply

That I treat her in the old

I follow like the cassette

Is that I play you like a DJ in a disco

Here we win with rollex, without rollex on the wrist

You make her a saint from Monday to Thursday

But on Fridays he gets out of control and sins with me

You think that he does not smoke, with me he snatches

The bellaquera enters him

And without clothes he retracts

Yeah I went into the disco and I saw you, I knew you were for me

I was accompanied but that doesn't matter to me

It's that you're a cool mommy, the one you see in Latin bit

I want to break you like I break all the rhythm, all the beat

You're too 'beauty, don't make me picky

How the toys dance I want him to do a striptease

She makes you 'like she doesn't know me but it's a joke

If you dress up as Tommy but your picket is pique

I don't know what it will be, when you talk to me ma'

And see you at the club, you forget who you're with

I want us both to escape

I know you're thinking the same thing

Your look gives you away, being your weakness ahh

I want us both to escape

I know you're thinking the same thing

Yeah (uh na na na) yeah yeah (C.R.O.)

This is Tommy Boysen (uh oh uh oh uh oh)

Carlitos Rossy (Double S, Greek I)

Melou D (na na na na ahhh)

Tyto Kush hey yeah yeah (Tommy Boysen)

Yeah yeah (Melou D)

I' Shine, the musical mystery

Young Music, Young Mafia

The real mafia in music

Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)

We're chillin' baby