Salvaje - Hector "El Father", Don Omar

La llaman salvaje

pues cuando baila

se aprieta, se toca, se sube el traje

Tiene a los hombres volviendose locos

siguiendo un celaje eee eee

La llaman salvaje

pues cuando baila

se aprieta, se toca, se sube el traje

Tiene a los hombres volviendose locos

siguiendo un celaje, eee eee

Y baila como diosa como si no la vieran

se suelta el pelo y se hace toda una fiera

hacerle una oferta esta noche quisiera

que fuera yo la presa que su boca mordiera

Y va lanzando suave como hechizando a la luna

astuta en su dembo que te lleva a las alturas

ella es la gata que te ataca en la noche obscura

substancia pura, mi calentura

Salvaje

la llaman salvaje

Salvaje

la llaman salvaje

Ella ansiosa se toca el infierno esta en su boca

el trompecista de esa nota que te apoca

yo cubriria tu piel sin suelo tu roca

si te toca, te aloca

Y juega contigo como si vida no tuvieras

con solo un beso en sus brazos te murieras

ella es tu gata blanca tu ronca fiera

se aprieta, no juega

Salvajeeee

(se reporta para los anormales el bandolero, el mas salvaje)

le llaman salvaje (don) nelly absolutamente el arma secreta

Bambino para rodear con nosotros tienes que llegar aca arriba

dile que lo esperamos, en los anormales, mas bandolero que yo no hay ninguno

mas salvaje que yo no hay ninguno

salvaje, me llaman salvaje

They call her wild

well when she dances

she squeezes, she touches herself, she pulls up her suit

She's got the men going crazy

following a cloudscape eee eee

They call her wild

well when she dances

she squeezes, she touches herself, she pulls up her suit

She's got the men going crazy

following a cloudscape, eee eee

And she dances like a goddess as if they didn't see her

she lets her hair down and becomes a beast

make you an offer tonight

that I was the prey that her mouth would bite

And she is throwing soft as casting a spell on the moon

cunning in her dembo of her that takes you to the heights

she is the cat that attacks you in the dark night

pure substance, my fever

Wild

they call her wild

Wild

they call her wild

She anxiously touches hell in her mouth

the trumpeter of that note that makes you weak

I would cover your skin without soil your rock

if she touches you, she drives you crazy

And she plays with you as if you had no life

with just one kiss in her arms you would die

she is your white cat, your hoarse beast

she squeezes, she doesn't play

savage

(the bandit, the wildest, is reported for the abnormal)

they call him savage (don) nelly absolutely the secret weapon

Bambino to surround with us you have to get up here

tell him that we are waiting for him, in the abnormal ones, there is none more bandit than me

wilder than me there is none

savage, they call me savage