Ojos Rojos - Nicky Jam

Mami, eso de ser tu amigo no va, no va

Puedo aparentarlo, pero no me da, no me da

¿Por cuánto tiempo más

A ese cabrón lo vas a aguantar?

Ahí viene con los ojo' rojo' otra ve'

Y no es porque esté fumando, yo sé que es por él

Sé que es irónico, lo odio por tocar tu piel

Pero cuando lo veo contigo quiero ser él

¿Por qué sigues con ese pendejo?

Él no es tu dueño, que no te mande

Sigues ahí por ese reflejo

Pero tu culo le quedó grande

Él es un niño, no es un hombre

Esa sonrisa una lágrima esconde

Porque él será el que rompe los plato'

Pero yo soy el que te responde

Y ya no soy maleante como ante'

Pero si se pone bruto, que se aguante

Y si en avión me vuelve y te controla

Voy pa' la calle con to' y la pistola

¿Por cuánto tiempo más

A ese cabrón lo vas a aguantar?

Ahí viene con los ojo' rojo' otra ve'

Y no es porque esté fumando, yo sé que es por él

Sé que es irónico, lo odio por tocar tu piel

Pero cuando lo veo contigo quiero ser él

Ahí viene con los ojo' rojo' otra ve'

Y no es porque esté fumando, yo sé que es por él

Sé que es irónico, lo odio por tocar tu piel

Pero cuando lo veo contigo quiero ser él

Mommy, that thing about being your friend is not going, not going

I can pretend it, but he does not give me, he does not give me

How long more

Are you going to put up with that bastard?

Here she comes with her red eyes again

And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him

I know he's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin

But when I see him with you I want to be him

Why are you still with that asshole?

He is not your owner, he should not send you

You're still there because of that reflection

But your ass was big

He is a boy, he is not a man

That smile hides a tear

Because he will be the one who breaks the plates'

But I'm the one who answers you

And I'm no longer a thug like before'

But if he gets rough, let him hold on

And if he's on a plane he comes back to me and controls you

I'm going to the street with everyone and the gun

How long more

Are you going to put up with that bastard?

There he comes with the 'red' eye again '

And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him

I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin

But when I see him with you I want to be him

There he comes with the 'red' eye again '

And it's not because he's smoking, I know it's because of him

I know it's ironic, I hate him for touching your skin

But when I see him with you I want to be him