Everyone knows who she is, but no one really knows her
But my hand knows her
When she gets close, she teases and fearlessly changes poses
She says she never repeats a pose
This is for the girl who leaves the club after midnight
Who doesn’t shy away from touch
For all those guys showing off, bouncing in their cars
For those who want her to dominate the dance floor
I feel like the boss when I’m with Nicky
I have a rapper girl with a pretty little thing
I took her on the boat and we had dinner at Kiki’s
Mafia doll, not Hello Kitty
Ticky-ticky, oh, wiki-wiki
Big booty, tiny waist
She went all the way down, sweet candy
If she eats quietly, she repeats
If they turn off the lights, I’ll devour that body
You’re the tastiest (You’re the tastiest)
I’ll squeeze the juice out of that Bubbaloo gum
But if they turn off the lights
This is for the girls from Manrique and the 12th Street
For those who love the touch
Tego Calderón style, so the girls can relax and have fun
I’m hustling like José
Ban-Ban-Bandida, gunslinger, she likes it with the bad boys
In the Mercedes she rides, tinted windows so no one sees
She comes down, drooling over me, she sings and raps to me
What a bad boy, gonorrhea
This is for the girl who leaves the club after midnight
Who doesn’t shy away from touch
For all those guys showing off, bouncing in their cars
For those who want her to dominate the dance floor
This is for the girl who leaves the club after midnight
Who doesn’t shy away from touch
For all those guys showing off, bouncing in their cars
For those who want her to dominate the dance floor
Grinding, riding, you like to be seen
Since you were a girl, you’ve been a reggaeton fan
You like to grind and I go all the way without a belt
All the way down without knee pads so you feel the pressure
My style will stick to you like Tito Trinidad
And I’ll hit you like Chad, a big hit
Girl, you’re not shy, you’re ready to hustle
Just tell your guy to let me look
It must be, it must be, it must be wilder
That when you get high, you lift your dress (Daddy)
This is for the girl who leaves the club after midnight
Who doesn’t shy away from touch
For all those guys showing off, bouncing in their cars
For those who want her to dominate the dance floor
This is for the girl who leaves the club after midnight
Who doesn’t shy away from touch
For all those guys showing off, bouncing in their cars
For those who want her to dominate the dance floor
This is for the girls from Manrique and the 12th Street
For those who love the touch
Tego Calderón style, so the girls can relax and have fun
For those who love the touch, touch
After midnight, midnight
This is for the girls—girls who come out—after midnight
After midnight, touch
This is for the girls—girls who come out—after—
Jorgie Milliano
Oh my God, ØMG with the hit