Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir Letra – Alberto Stylee

Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir Letra by Alberto Stylee

Yo me fui a tu casa
Y te fui a buscar
Y tu pai pichando que tu no estas
Bien desesperao’ llamo al celular

Y te digo, mami, vamo’a inventar
Tirate escapa’ por la parte de atras
Que esta noche nos fuimo’a misoniar
No pienses las cosas que van a pasar

Porque esta noche, mujer…
Tu cuerpo quiero sentir
Tu piel yo quiero sentir
Tus labios quiero sentir

Tus nalgas quiero sentir
Tu pecho quiero sentir
Guayando junto a mi
Tu cuerpo me tiene loquito a mi

Tu cuеrpo quiero sentir
Tu piel yo quiеro sentir
Tus labios quiero sentir
Tus nalgas quiero sentir

Tu pecho quiero sentir
Guayando junto a mi
Tu cuerpo me tiene loquito a mi
Vamo’al yaqueo

Y olvidate de los rocheos
Si tu pai la esta montando
Como quiera montamos el jangueo
Lo que hay es bichoteo

Y la guagua bien tintia’
Pa’ que no sepan lo que hay adentro
Vamonos sin miedo
Y nos vamos pa’ la suite

En la quinta, y nos vamos afuego
Es que me encantas
Tu eres la que abusas
Te mueves rapido como una Hayabusa

Dale, mami, quitate la blusa
Pa’ que me hagas una rusa
Dale, mami, quitate la blusa
Pa’ que me hagas una rusa

Yo me fui a tu casa
Y te fui a buscar
Y tu pai pichando que tu no estas
Bien desesperao’ llamo al celular

Y te digo, mami, vamo’a inventar
Tirate escapa’ por la parte de atras
Que esta noche nos fuimo’a misoniar
No pienses las cosas que van a pasar

Porque esta noche, mujer…
Tu cuerpo quiero sentir
Tu piel yo quiero sentir
Tus labios quiero sentir

Tus nalgas quiero sentir
Tu pecho quiero sentir
Guayando junto a mi
Tu cuerpo me tiene loquito a mi

Tu cuerpo quiero sentir
Tu piel yo quiero sentir
Tus labios quiero sentir
Tus nalgas quiero sentir

Tu pecho quiero sentir
Guayando junto a mi
Tu cuerpo me tiene loquito a mi
Yo soy el caco que te gusta

El caco que te encanta
El caco que tu madre dice que no vale nada
El que te busca de noche
Y te lleva en la madrugada

El caco que dice que fuma mucha marihuana
Ella dice que tiene la juntilla y mucho pana
No importa lo que diga, yo se que eso a ti te agrada
Vente conmigo, tu haces lo que te de la gana

Tu haces lo que te de la gana
Yo me fui a tu casa
Y te fui a buscar
Y tu pai pichando que tu no estas

Bien desesperao’ llamo al celular
Y te digo, mami, vamo’a inventar
Tirate escapa’ por la parte de atras
Que esta noche nos fuimo’a misoniar

No pienses las cosas que van a pasar
Porque esta noche, mujer…
Tu cuerpo quiero sentir
Tu piel yo quiero sentir

Tus labios quiero sentir
Tus nalgas quiero sentir
Tu pecho quiero sentir
Guayando junto a mi

Tu cuerpo me tiene loquito a mi
Tu cuerpo quiero sentir
Tu piel yo quiero sentir
Tus labios quiero sentir

Tus nalgas quiero sentir
Tu pecho quiero sentir
Guayando junto a mi
Tu cuerpo me tiene loquito a mi

Nanananananana…
Papa Pitufo…
Rebuleando…
Yo!

Yo! Yo!
Yo! Yo!
DJ Blass!
Alex!

Yo! Yo!
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Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir Lyrics English

I went to your house
And I went to look for
And your pai picking that you are not
Well I despaired ‘I call the cell phone

And I tell you, Mommy, Vamo’a invent
Tirate escapes’ by the back
That tonight we were missing us
Do not think about the things that are going to happen

Because tonight, woman …
Your body I want to feel
Your skin I want to feel
Your lips I want to feel

Your buttocks I want to feel
Your chest I want to feel
Guayando next to me
Your body has me Loquito to me

Your cuperpo I want to feel
Your skin I want to feel
Your lips I want to feel
Your buttocks I want to feel

Your chest I want to feel
Guayando next to me
Your body has me Loquito to me
Vamo’al Yaqueo.

And forget about the Rocheos
If your pai is riding it
As we want, we mount the jangueo
What there is is bichlette

And the bus well tintia ‘
Pa ‘that they do not know what is inside
Vamonos without fear
And we are leaving for the suite

In the fifth, and we are going true
Is that I love me
You are the one who abuse
You move fast like a hayabusa

Dale, Mommy, take the blouse
Pa ‘that you make me a russian
Dale, Mommy, take the blouse
Pa ‘that you make me a russian

I went to your house
And I went to look for
And your pai picking that you are not
Well I despaired ‘I call the cell phone

And I tell you, Mommy, Vamo’a invent
Tirate escapes’ by the back
That tonight we were missing us
Do not think about the things that are going to happen

Because tonight, woman …
Your body I want to feel
Your skin I want to feel
Your lips I want to feel

Your buttocks I want to feel
Your chest I want to feel
Guayando next to me
Your body has me Loquito to me

Your body I want to feel
Your skin I want to feel
Your lips I want to feel
Your buttocks I want to feel

Your chest I want to feel
Guayando next to me
Your body has me Loquito to me
I am the caco you like

The caco you love
The c#m that your mother says it is not worth anything
The one who looks for you at night
And he takes you at dawn

The caco that says he smokes a lot of marijuana
She says that she has the juntilla and a lot of corduroy
No matter what you say, I know that that to you please
Come with me, you do what you want

You do what you want
I went to your house
And I went to look for
And your pai picking that you are not

Well I despaired ‘I call the cell phone
And I tell you, Mommy, Vamo’a invent
Tirate escapes’ by the back
That tonight we were missing us

Do not think about the things that are going to happen
Because tonight, woman …
Your body I want to feel
Your skin I want to feel

Your lips I want to feel
Your buttocks I want to feel
Your chest I want to feel
Guayando next to me

Your body has me Loquito to me
Your body I want to feel
Your skin I want to feel
Your lips I want to feel

Your buttocks I want to feel
Your chest I want to feel
Guayando next to me
Your body has me Loquito to me

Nanananananana …
Papa Smurf…
Rubbing …
Me!

Me! Me!
Me! Me!
DJ Blass!
Alex!

Me! Me!
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Alberto Stylee Lyrics – Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir

Alberto Stylee

Sin Ti No Puedo Vivir