VACAXIONES - Feid

Se pone traje corto, le mete bellaco, no importa que la critiquen

Me dice que pida otra botella pa' que las babies se multipliquen (Duro)

Y yo le dije «obvio», pero que diga qué va a hacer el otro weekend

El reggaetón la pone freaky, freaky

Prendiendo las moñas de krippy, krippy

Llegó en un maquinón

Y está con sus amigas dando vuelta por la city, city

El reggaetón la pone freaky, freaky

Prendiendo las moñas de krippy, krippy

Llegó en un maquinón

Y está con sus amigas dando vuelta por la city, city

Lo llamó de madrugada

Le puso la canción que le dedicaba

Todo se jodió, ella lloraba y él como si nada

«Dios te guarde», él le decía

Y ella con él en su cora todavía

Se fue al carajo to' lo que sentía desde ese día

No quiere saber más de amores, quiere otras cosas mejores

Ya nadie le hace el amor porque ella se los come

Quiere darle fuego a los bluntes, quiere perrear mis canciones

Está feliz porque su corazón se fue de vacaciones

Wow

Carga una corta por si se le pega Cupido

Es pupi, pero salió del caserío

Qué mal, que tiene el cora jodío'

Se da otro shot con dos bluntes prendidos

Ella le da hasta abajo, rompiendo el bajo

Se puso fácil, no le gusta el trabajo

Siempre de relajo, le gustan los fajos

Y en la cartera de todo trajo

Para olvidar esa noche

No quiere que la celen, quiere que la toquen (Suena)

Salió de party el fin de semana, con otra chama

Tienen veinticuatro, como mi cubana

Puso en Twitter que el celu le hackeó y por eso no lo extraña (Ey)

No quiere saber más de amores, quiere otras cosas mejores

Ya nadie le hace el amor porque ella se los come

Quiere darle fuego a los bluntes, quiere perrear mis canciones

Está feliz porque su corazón se fue de vacaciones

Lo llamó de madrugada

Le puso la canción que le dedicaba

Todo se jodió, ella lloraba y él como si nada

«Dios te guarde», él le decía

Y ella con él en su cora todavía

Se fue al carajo to' lo que sentía desde ese día

She puts on a short suit, she puts on a rogue, it doesn't matter if they criticize her

She tells me to ask for another bottle so that the babies multiply (Hard)

And I told her "obvious", but let her say what she is going to do the other weekend

Reggaeton makes her freaky, freaky

Turning on the krippy bows, krippy

She arrived in a machine

And she is with her friends going around the city, city

Reggaeton makes her freaky, freaky

Turning on the krippy bows, krippy

She arrived in a machine

And she is with her friends going around the city, city

She called him at dawn

She put the song that she dedicated to him

Everything was screwed up, she cried and he as if nothing

«God save you», he told her

And she with him in her heart still

She went to hell with what she felt from that day

She doesn't want to know more about love, she wants other better things

No one makes love to her anymore because she eats them

She wants to set fire to the bluntes, she wants to twerk my songs

She is happy because her heart went on vacation

wow

She carries a short one in case she hits Cupid

She is a pupi, but she left the village

Too bad, that she has a fucked up heart

She takes another shot with two blunts on

She hit it down, bustin' the bass

She got easy, she don't like the work

Always relaxed, she likes wads

And in the portfolio of everything he brought

to forget that night

She doesn't want to be celebrated, she wants to be touched (Sounds)

She left a party on the weekend, with another girl

They are twenty-four, like my Cuban

She put on Twitter that the cell phone hacked her and that's why she doesn't miss it (Hey)

He doesn't want to know more about love, he wants other better things

No one makes love to her anymore because she eats them

She wants to set fire to the bluntes, she wants to twerk my songs

She is happy because her heart went on vacation

She called him at dawn

She put the song that she dedicated to him

Everything was screwed up, she cried and he as if nothing

«God save you», he told her

And she with him in her heart still

She went to hell with what she felt from that day