Mañana No Hay Clase (24/7) - Sebastian Yatra, Nejo, Dalmata

No quiere rosas, quiere juguetes

Cuando ella le mete (Ay)

No quiere flores, quiere billete'

Veinticuatro siete, ella quiere veinticuatro siete

Ella se mueve en cámara lenta, pero se acelera

A las 12 Cenicienta, toma y se revela

9 suma con 60 y no fue a la escuela

Que fantasía si tiene gemela

Hoy salimos pase lo que pase

Que mañana no hay clase', pase

Que mañana no hay clase', pase

Que mañana no hay clase'

¿Qué?

(Jajajaja), que mañana no hay clase'

Ella se desacata

Me dice que en la cama «no hay quien lo' mata»

Es más cuando ponen musiquita de Sebastián Yatra

Le gusta el reggaetón, pero con ellos no se retrata

No le ofrezcas botella', que ella tiene su propia plata

No quiere novio, eso e' obvio

Dice que todito' empiezan bien bonito

Pero después termina en odio

Que mejor disfruta la vida y así evita problema'

Yo creo que si le gano puedo invitar a to' estás nena'

Se ve que nada le da pena, y no es que este algarete

Es que simplemente le gusta veinticuatro siete

They say that bad girls don’t go to heaven

Y a ella le gusta twenty-four seven

Ella quiere veinticuatro siete (Ay)

Se ve tranquila, pero le mete veinticuatro siete (Ay)

No quiere rosas, quiere juguetes

Cuando ella le mete (Ay)

No quiere flores, quiere billete'

Veinticuatro siete, ella quiere veinticuatro siete

Hoy salimos pase lo que pase

Que mañana no hay clase', pase

Que mañana no hay clase', pase

Que mañana no hay clase'

¿Qué?, que mañana no hay clase'

Y yo-y yo-y yo-, pillarla quisiera

Darle lo que quiera

To’a la noche entera que le dé (Que le dé)

Si se activa, le doy lo que quiera

To’a la noche entera que le dé (Que le dé)

La tengo en vela, pa' darle lo que quiera

To’a la noche entera que le dé (Que le dé)

Ella a galope y yo como el coyote

Esperando que la correcamino' conmigo se tope

Indomable, como yegua sin jinete

Anda siempre sexy, bien vestida y maquilla' (Uh)

Bien guilla' (Ah), matando la liga donde quiera que va (Uh)

Es una abusadora (Ah)

Con su figura matadora

Y quien la mira se enamora al instante (¡Uh!)

Cayendo en el embrujo de su mirada hipnotizaste (Hechizante)

Radiante y brillante como diamante (Uh-uh-uh)

Ella quiere veinticuatro siete (Ay-ay-ay-ay)

Se ve tranquila, pero le mete veinticuatro siete (Ay)

No quiere rosas, quiere juguetes

Cuando ella le mete (Ay)

No quiere flores, quiere billete'

Veinticuatro siete, ella quiere veinticuatro siete

Mera, ando con el Dalmata, con Sebastián Yatra

Mañana no hay clase' tenemo' sábado y domingo

Mañana no hay clase' tenemo' sábado y domingo

Mañana no hay clase' tenemo' sábado y domingo

De Miami a Medellín, Colombia

(Hoy salimos pase lo que pase

Que mañana no hay clase', pase

Que mañana no hay clase', pase

Que mañana no hay clase'

¿Qué?), que mañana no hay clase'

Yatra, Yatra

He doesn't want roses, he wants toys

When she puts him (Ay)

She don't want flowers, she want ticket'

Twenty four seven, she want twenty four seven

She moves in slow motion, but she speeds up

At 12 Cinderella, she takes and reveals

9 adds up to 60 and did not go to school

What a fantasy if she has a twin

Today we go out no matter what happens

That tomorrow there is no class', come in

That tomorrow there is no class', come in

That tomorrow there is no class

Than?

(Hahahaha), there is no class tomorrow'

she disobeys

She tells me that in bed «there is no one who kills him»

It's more when they play little music by Sebastián Yatra

She likes reggaeton, but she doesn't portray herself with them

Don't offer her a bottle', she has her own money

She doesn't want a boyfriend, that's obvious

She says that everything 'starts well pretty

But then it ends in hate

That best enjoys life and thus avoids problems'

I think that if I win, I can invite all of you, baby.

It is seen that nothing gives him pity, and it is not that this troublemaker

Is that she just likes twenty four seven

They say that bad girls don't go to heaven

And she like twenty-four seven

She wants twenty-four seven (Ay)

She looks calm, but she puts twenty-four seven (Ay)

She doesn't want roses, she wants toys

When she puts him (Ay)

She don't want flowers, she want ticket'

Twenty four seven, she want twenty four seven

Today we go out no matter what happens

That tomorrow there is no class', come in

That tomorrow there is no class', come in

That tomorrow there is no class

What?, that tomorrow there is no class'

And I-and I-and I-, catch her I would like

give her what she wants

To'a the whole night that she gives him (that she gives him)

If she get activated, I give her what she want

To'a the whole night that he gives him (that he gives him)

I keep her awake, to give her what she wants

To'a the whole night that he gives him (that he gives him)

She at a gallop and I like the coyote

Waiting for the roadrunner to run into me

Indomitable, like a mare without a rider

She is always sexy, well dressed and puts on makeup '(Uh)

She well guilla '(Ah), killing the league wherever she wants she goes (Uh)

She is a bully (Ah)

With his killer figure

And whoever looks at her falls in love with her instantly (Uh!)

Falling under the spell of her gaze, you hypnotized (Bewitching)

Radiant and bright like a diamond (Uh-uh-uh)

She wants twenty-four seven (Ay-ay-ay-ay)

She looks calm, but she puts twenty-four seven (Ay)

She doesn't want roses, she wants toys

When she puts him (Ay)

She don't want flowers, she want ticket'

Twenty four seven, she want twenty four seven

Mera, I'm with the Dalmatian, with Sebastián Yatra

Tomorrow there is no class' we have' Saturday and Sunday

Tomorrow there is no class' we have' Saturday and Sunday

Tomorrow there is no class' we have' Saturday and Sunday

From Miami to Medellin, Colombia

(Today we go out no matter what

That tomorrow there is no class', come in

That tomorrow there is no class', come in

That tomorrow there is no class

What?), that tomorrow there is no class'

Yatra, Yatra