Rafy Pina…
DJ Dicky en el No Fear…
Tu quieres ya-yaketeo
Quieres reggae-dembow
Voy a tirar algo, nena, que te enferma
Quieres de eso, nena
Mover tus tetas
Voy a tirar algo para que te enciendas
Tu quieres ya-yaketeo
Quieres reggae-dembow
Voy a tirar algo, nena, que te enferma
Quieres de eso, nena
Mover tus tetas
Voy a tirar algo para que te enciendas
Primero llego a el party, y mal me miro
Ay, y que paso, ay que paso?
Yo soy el que lo canto, me llaman Chencho
Algún problem, ay que paso, what’s up?
Ya me conocen, lo sabes
Cuando yo canto con Maldy
Todas las gatas me invitan
Dicky enciende el party
Llegue segundo al party
Veo a Chencho que tiene una nebulani
Con una gatita el estaba rebulani
Que rapidito se la llevo en un Ferrari
Y llego la mari-mari
Siempre que yo canto la monto en el party
En la mari-mari, en la mari-mari
Me pone bien chillin de la noche a la ma�ana
Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta chillin, y sobran las ladies
Le digo Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta Dicky y estamos bien chillin
Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta chillin, y sobran las ladies
Le digo Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta Dicky y estamos bien chillin
Si esto esta bien chillin, entonces voy yo pa’ arriba
Tengo un poco yo de cripi
Tambien tengo mango-piña
Ven busquen los filis, voy hacer una machina
Voy pa’ la barra, pido un brugal con piña
Reggaeton pa’ las mujeres, reggaeton pa’ to’ las niñas
Dicky hace, nena, que te pongas facilita
Tu quieres ya-yaketeo
Quieres reggae-dembow
Voy a tirar algo, nena, que te enferma
Quieres de eso, nena
Mover tus tetas
Voy a tirar algo para que te enciendas
Tu quieres ya-yaketeo
Quieres reggae-dembow
Voy a tirar algo, nena, que te enferma
Quieres de eso, nena
Mover tus tetas
Voy a tirar algo para que te enciendas
Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta chillin, y sobran las ladies
Le digo Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta Dicky y estamos bien chillin
Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta chillin, y sobran las ladies
Le digo Maldy, sube pal VIP
Aqui esta Dicky y estamos bien chillin
Hey you, girl!
No Fear!
Gatas!
El 4!
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Sube Pal VIP Lyrics English
Rafy Pina …
DJ Dicky in the no fear …
You want already-yaketeo
You want Reggae-Dembow
I’m going to throw something, baby, who gets sick
You want from that, babe
Move your t#ts
I’m going to throw something for you to turn
You want already-yaketeo
You want Reggae-Dembow
I’m going to throw something, baby, who gets sick
You want from that, babe
Move your t#ts
I’m going to throw something for you to turn
First I get to the party, and badly I look at me
Oh, and what happened, and what happened?
I am the one that I sing, call me chencho
Any problem, and what happened, what’s up?
You already know me, you know
When I sing with Malmy
All the cats invite me
Dicky lights the party
Arrive second to the party
I see Chencho who has a Nebulani
With a kitten he was rebuleni
What a rapidito I take it in a ferrari
And the Mari-Mari arrived
Whenever I sing the amount in the party
At La Mari-Mari, at La Mari-Mari
It puts me well chillin from the night to the morning
Malmy, Up Pal VIP
Here is chillin, and there are plenty of the ladies
I say curse, up Pal VIP
Here is dicky and we are well chillin
Malmy, Up Pal VIP
Here is chillin, and there are plenty of the ladies
I say curse, up Pal VIP
Here is dicky and we are well chillin
If this is fine chillin, then I’m going to stop
I have a little cryipi
I also have mango-pineapple
Come look for the Filis, I’m going to make a machina
I’m going to the bar, I ask for a Brugal with pineapple
Reggaeton pa ‘women, reggaeton pa’ to ‘the girls
Dicky does, babe, make you make easy
You want already-yaketeo
You want Reggae-Dembow
I’m going to throw something, baby, who gets sick
You want from that, babe
Move your t#ts
I’m going to throw something for you to turn
You want already-yaketeo
You want Reggae-Dembow
I’m going to throw something, baby, who gets sick
You want from that, babe
Move your t#ts
I’m going to throw something for you to turn
Malmy, Up Pal VIP
Here is chillin, and there are plenty of the ladies
I say curse, up Pal VIP
Here is dicky and we are well chillin
Malmy, Up Pal VIP
Here is chillin, and there are plenty of the ladies
I say curse, up Pal VIP
Here is dicky and we are well chillin
Hey You, Girl!
No Fear!
Gatas!
The 4!
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
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