Hptismo Lyrics English Translation by Brytiago
Whenever I reach out, she responds
Always ready to have a good time
She keeps the tools for me
She’s my right hand
We’re something, but we’re not really anything
A crazy thing, that’s how I met her
Baby, how do I explain that I miss your kisses
I miss your lips, I miss your screams
The pink color of your “totito” (intimate term) mmm
A wild thing, that’s how I met her
Baby, how do I explain
That I miss your kisses, I miss your lips, I miss
Your screams, the pink color of your “totito” mmm, a wild thing, that’s how I met her
We’re not really anything, but we always have fun
And without fantasizing, we *** it in bed
Or looking for trouble, her nerves get excited every time we meet
And she’s pretty wild right now
She’s sucking that “toto” without missing a beat, falling into the abyss, and wants to practice
Sado-masochism of your mechanism, you scored a hundred
In being a son of a ***, I’m always the same
And giving you the “bicho” (slang for male genitalia), I perform an exorcism
That “toto” of yours, pink-colored, smells like cinnamon
Whenever you want, call without thinking, I’m going to break you
Baby, how do I explain that I miss your kisses
I miss your lips, I miss your screams
The pink color of your “totito”
Mmm, a wild thing, that’s how I met her
And I don’t care if we are or aren’t
Whenever we mess around, it’s better than the last time, that’s why I explode
Doing the sixty-nine, I eat you out
I love it when you make that slutty face
While I hit those tones
And leave you begging for help every time
I go inside without a cap
You have me anxious, sweaty, I’m waiting for you to take it so I can run the red lights
Snatched, let me take you
And I don’t know where we’re going to end up
But you don’t leave my mind
Don’t leave it for the last hour
I put it in, and it doesn’t come out
I want it to repeat
I leave her wild, the kitty, looking at her, she’s all wet
It’s pretty pink
She doesn’t sleep because of me; you can see it in the dark circles
She’s not a ***; she’s a passing night
We do whatever she wants
She has the advantage of my devil
We mess around whenever we can
She tells me, “Mexican, you’re my lover”
Her heart has it inside; it speeds up
She puts it on herself in every way
I give her whatever she asks for
That “toto” is worth more than a Royce (referring to a luxury car)
I finish inside; I secured it with the coil (contraceptive method)
If I’m not there, she calls, and I go
Baby, how do I explain that I miss your kisses
I miss your lips, I miss your screams
The pink color of your “totito”
Mmm, a wild thing, that’s how I met her