La Papaya - Don Patricio

Eyy

Papayas, melones, frambuesas

Tengo la papaya y me pide guaraná

Dime qué quieres, de-eh-mí

Es caprichosa, no sé donde estará (Don)

Pero lo mueve, a-a-sí (Oh)

Tengo la papaya y me pide guaraná (Guaraná)

Dime que quieres, de-eh-mí (uh)

Es caprichosa, no se donde estará (caprichosa, dónde)

Pero lo mueve, a-a-sí (uh, uh-huh)

Ella está loca de rematar (eh)

No me caben más fotos en el celular (uh)

No me mira por que esta guillá'

¿Qué pasó mi cielo?, mami, que volá'

Cada vez mas on, cada vez más ah

Cada vez mas don, cada vez más Don

Cada vez más fresh, cada vez más fla

Cada vez más pum pum qui pum ca

Soy tu chino y tu hipermercado

Soy tu plaza mami, y soy tu vado

Soy tu helado de 20 centavos (uh huh)

Apura esos labios y chupa el palo

Siete por siete, cuarenta y nueve

Esa loca me pregunta las tablas (ah)

El vienes me deja, el sábado me habla (eeepa)

Y yo estoy en Santo Domingo, diabla (diabla)

Tengo la papaya y me pide guaraná (los melones)

Dime qué quieres, de-eh-mí (tomates)

Es caprichosa, no sé donde estará (calzones)

Pero lo mueve, a-a-sí (aquí)

Tengo la papaya y me pide guaraná (guaraná)

Dime que quieres, de-eh-mí (guaraná)

Es caprichosa, no se donde estará (ah-ah)

Pero lo mueve, a-a-sí

Mami no me recuerdas loco

Yo te quiero, yo tampoco

Que nos queda si se borra la foto

Camisa Puma, pantalones Lotto

Tu ya me compraste el voto

Hundiste mi flota y vez que floto

Ya me hiciste la de pulpo

La lengua roja, el chándal roto

En el cole quiero tu pelota

Tu la más popu', yo el más idiota

Y me pasaste la nota

Debajo de la mesa, la clase rota

Yo desayuné tu boca

Te hice reina, caballo y sota

Yo ya te hice perra y santa

Regué tus plantas, y limpie tu pota

No se acuerda del olor de mi ropa

Claro que se acuerda, pero se hace loca

Claro que maneja pero no pilota

Yo tengo la playa, toda la playa loco

Mami, ¿ya no se acuerda de mi o qué?

Tengo un fruta aquí guardada pa' tí

Tengo la papaya y me pide guaraná

Dime qué quieres, de-eh-mí (caprichosa)

Es caprichosa, no sé donde estará (ayy)

Pero lo mueve, a-a-sí (aquí)

Tengo la papaya y me pide guaraná (guaraná)

Dime que quieres, de-eh-mí (guaraná)

Es caprichosa, no se donde estará (caprichosa, dónde)

Pero lo mueve, a-a-sí

Eepa, eh, ¡uh!

hey

Papayas, melons, raspberries

I have the papaya and he asks me for guarana

Tell me what you want, de-eh-me

She is capricious, I don't know where she will be (Don)

But she moves it, y-y-yes (Oh)

I have the papaya and he asks me for guarana (Guarana)

Tell me what you want, de-eh-me (uh)

It's whimsical, I don't know where it will be (whimsical, where)

But he moves it, y-y-yes (uh, uh-huh)

She is crazy to finish (eh)

I don't fit any more photos on my cell phone (uh)

She doesn't look at me because this guillá '

What happened my sky?, mommy, who flew'

More and more on, more and more ah

More and more gift, more and more gift

More and more fresh, more and more fla

More and more pum pum qui pum ca

I am your Chinese and your hypermarket

I am your plaza mommy, and I am your ford

I'm your 20 cent ice cream (uh huh)

Hurry up those lips and suck the stick

Seven times seven, forty-nine

That crazy woman asks me the tables (ah)

When you come, he leaves me, on Saturday he talks to me (eeepa)

And I'm in Santo Domingo, devil (devil)

I have the papaya and he asks me for guarana (the melons)

Tell me what you want, de-eh-me (tomatoes)

She is capricious, I don't know where she will be (panties)

But he moves it, y-y-yes (here)

I have the papaya and he asks me for guarana (guarana)

Tell me what you want, de-eh-me (guarana)

She is capricious, I don't know where she will be (ah-ah)

But he moves it, y-y-yes

Mommy don't you remember me crazy

I love you, neither do I

What do we have left if the photo is deleted

Puma shirt, Lotto pants

You already bought me the vote

You sank my fleet and once I float

You already made me the octopus

The red tongue, the torn tracksuit

At school I want your ball

You the most popu', I the most idiot

And you passed me the note

Under the table, the broken class

I had your mouth for breakfast

I made you queen, horse and jack

I already made you a bitch and a saint

I watered your plants, and cleaned your pota

He doesn't remember the smell of my clothes

Of course she remembers, but she goes crazy

Of course he drives but he doesn't pilot

I have the beach, all the crazy beach

Mommy, don't you remember me or what?

I have a fruit here saved for you

I have the papaya and he asks me for guarana

Tell me what you want, de-eh-me (whimsical)

It's capricious, I don't know where it will be (ayy)

But he moves it, y-y-yes (here)

I have the papaya and he asks me for guarana (guarana)

Tell me what you want, de-eh-me (guarana)

It's whimsical, I don't know where it will be (whimsical, where)

But he moves it, y-y-yes

Hey, hey, hey!