Pa’ la seca Lyrics English Translation by Maluma & Ryan Castro
(feat. Ryan Castro)
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop—
For the—, for the—, for the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop—
Yeah
For the—, for the—, for the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop
What a coincidence
That we see each other in the same club, mamacita
What a coincidence
That we’re dancing so close and we don’t even know each other
And we can’t deny
That the vibe is hot and you can’t see through the hookah smoke
Wah-wah, wah, wah
We both want it and destiny does too
My baby’s top, let’s not give it a stop
For the dry spell, the tequila, your mouth, a lollipop
Let’s not look at the clock, just the bottom of the shot
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
My baby’s top, let’s not give it a stop
For the dry spell, the tequila, your mouth, a lollipop
Let’s not look at the clock, just the bottom of the shot
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop (Uh)
We’re smoking and the *** gets to us, ma
Two shots and I feel like I’m in the clouds, ma
Little eyes like Catwoman’s
You’re not normal (Awoo)
Let’s go all in
In the Porsche or the Bronco we’re gonna make a ***, awoo
You dance hot like on TikTok
Don’t be surprised if in the club it goes plo-plo-plo-plo
Don’t let them look at her any other way, she’s my princess
I transform to another place when she kisses me
She’s a strawberry from El Poblado, but she dances on the table
Her friends say she’s bad by nature
From up close I can see your little ***
I can see it, I can see it
Please don’t stop, you’ve got me swaying
A damn sway
My baby’s top, let’s not give it a stop
For the dry spell, the tequila, your mouth, a lollipop
Let’s not look at the clock, just the bottom of the shot
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
My baby’s top, let’s not give it a stop
For the dry spell, the tequila, your mouth, a lollipop
Let’s not look at the clock, just the bottom of the shot
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
Baby, you’re looking fine, damn, what a cure
You brush against me and the temperature rises
You feel the same, baby girl, can you swear it to me?
Once and for all, take me out of doubt (Take me out of doubt)
From up close I can see your little ***
I can see it, I can see it
Please don’t stop, you’ve got me swaying
A sway, a sway
My baby’s top, let’s not give it a stop
For the dry spell, the tequila, your mouth, a lollipop
Let’s not look at the clock, just the bottom of the shot
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
My baby’s top, let’s not give it a stop
For the dry spell, the tequila, your mouth, a lollipop
Let’s not look at the clock, just the bottom of the shot
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop—
For the—, for the—, for the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop-plop
For the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop—
For the—, for the—, for the ladies, kisses, and for the haters, plop