Puesta Pal’ Perreo Lyrics English Translation by Ñengo Flow
Real G4 Life
How long do I have to wait?
If you still don’t believe me, I can show you (Oh-oh; ladies and gentlemen)
Don’t act difficult, you make it easy for me (W, Yandel)
Kill your beautiful crisis, no need to pretend (Ñengo Flow)
In her gaze, you can see, eh-eh-eh-eh
She wants mischief, Phillie cigars, and partying (Tra, tra, tra, oh, eh, eh)
DJ, don’t stop it, eh-eh-eh-eh (It’s with you)
She’s ready for the party (Eh-eh), I, who die with my reggae (Mr. W)
Okay, tequila ignites her (Ignites, ignites, ignites)
With you, baby, it’s always different (-ferent)
In the dark, she gets hot (Hot, hot, hot)
Hot, your gaze doesn’t lie
The battle began, and she always goes forward (Light it up!)
Go ahead, killer (Tra), it has to be now (Tra)
Turn around and give it to the mixer (Tra, tra, tra, tra)
She’s like a Ferrari at 120 miles per hour
With that mini she has, she looks provocative
You tell me if we go for it or not (Double)
Then she looked at me, and that’s when she provoked me (Abuser)
She wanted perreo, she wanted sateo (Tra)
And the Double gave it to her quickly (Fast)
Then the baby quickly stuck to me (Tra)
And without thinking, she shook her big booty (Tra)
Giving in to perreo, she wants a thug style
And the Ñengoso gave it to her quickly
In her gaze, you can see, eh-eh-eh-eh (Tell me, Yandel)
She wants mischief, Phillie cigars, and partying
DJ, don’t stop it, eh-eh-eh-eh
She’s ready for the party (Eh-eh), I, who die with my reggae (Ñengo Flow)
And the duel began, demon, this is love fire
Sex and passion so you never leave
Playing with fire and in your own battle
Son of a bitch, let’s kill each other on the line
You tell me if we go for it or not (Ignite it)
I finish, and I complete, the bomb exploded
Giving in to perreo, she wants a thug style
And the Ñengoso gave it to her quickly
Mommy, you know what’s up, turn that ass up high
She doesn’t wear panties, she has a king-size booty
You’re fantasizing and it happens
Here come the cowboys killing, Real G4 Life
The elite league, I took down the satellite signal
We’re not playing, so line up
Without losing posture, from the pretty gang, she’s the toughest
And between her legs, that damn cut doesn’t heal (Tell me, Yandel)
In her gaze, you can see, eh-eh-eh-eh
She wants mischief, Phillie cigars, and partying
DJ, don’t stop it, eh-eh-eh-eh
She’s ready for the party (Eh-eh), I, who die with my reggae
W, Yandel
In connection with Ñengo
Mr. Double
Real G4 Life
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From La Base
Zumba, Yandel
Hahahaha
They’re listening to Real G4 Life forever
And as Mr. W says, you guys look like tiguere with mouse engines