El Spot Lyrics English Translation by Bryant Myers
I remember that place, everything was perfect
But what happened there can’t be forgotten, not even with pills
She’s ready, I’m already out
At the spot, at the spot
At the spot, at the spot
At the spot
A wild freakiness and the night is right for
Doing everything at the spot
At the spot, at the spot
At the spot
We come and we go
But without love, I’m not Guaynaa and you’re not Le’ Pons
I turn on automatic, the robot
You don’t like when I do it, I start a boycott
What’s in the back bigger than the rest, in my pickup
He lasts as long as a TikTok
She climbs on my cock, I paint your face, my rockstar
Piece with a safety, car with the lock
Give me money, give me fame, but servant, I don’t give a fuck
In all the movies and it’s not The Rock
I never ask, “You want something?” I just give it to her
My white girl’s got freckles, Chips Ahoy
Don’t care about her past, I hit it today
What you gonna do? Let’s do that thing at the spot
Alone, we got a party, never a party pooper
The TRX-X, not a MINI Cooper
Always record her, she’s no actress, no bloopers
I make her hungry like when she hits the store (Almighty)
I wanna give it to you with hate, I don’t wanna love you
I’m not Moses, but I’ll part the sea for you
She’s a goal, that bad yal, and I’m Lamine Yamal
I’m your Panama, don’t change the channel
You’re a ten, baby, like Bart Simpson
Was just one episode, now we’re on season four
I kick it and pitch it like Ohtani
I give it to her while we tan on the boat
At the spot, at the spot
At the spot, at the spot
At the spot
A wild freakiness, the night is right for
Doing everything at the spot
At the spot, at the spot
At the spot
We come and we go
But without love, I’m not Guaynaa and you’re not Le’ Pons
Either in Condado or Isla Verde
She comes to me when you wanna go see her
Even with a blazing sun, down below it starts raining
‘Cause I leave that filet pink, medium well
Extreme moves, hair standing up, no gel
That blonde’s enchanting, like a Tinker Bell
And I left her crazy, a bell tea, jingle bell
The devil almost touched heaven in my Tower of Babel
She came to iron, no blower needed
She gets home in preorder
Mami, that body’s already got my mold
You’ll never erase my record from your folder
You got a substance that gets me hooked
A crazy vibe like the duo Jowell
That booty don’t fit in your joggers
And what’s down below looks like the Big New Yorker light
Bryant Myers
Tell me, mami, still at the same spot
Hope you give me a call
Ma, a flow
Rolling with El Oso, tell me, Ozu’
With Almighty
Servant