Angelito (part. Trueno)

Baby girl
I have a story to tell you, but that only I know
Let me know
Tell me if there's love on your part, I'm not what you think

Baby, I won't say anything
I escaped from the city
Here on the island, relaxed
I rolled it up, he kissed me

Me, your little angel, I'm going to fly
Burning as if I were a Rastafarian
It's obvious you want me to enjoy myself
You never tire of looking at me

Come, come, come, mami
Come, no-one touches my girl
She wants a real gangster love
Something different, something special
I can't get tired of looking at you

Even if the clock says it's late
I have love for you, baby, you're a work of art
She has a gift, lights a blunt, she's not even sharing anymore
Baby, I have a story to tell you
But it's about two, baby, and you're part of it

I can make you fall in love easily
When I saw you, I liked your attitude
He couldn't avoid sticking close to me dancing
I can't connect with the rest

Me, your little angel, I'm going to fly
Burning as if I were a Rastafarian
It's obvious you want me to enjoy myself
You never tire of looking at me

Come, come, come, mami
Come, no-one touches my girl
She wants a real gangster love
Something different, something special (rrah)
I can't get enough of you (yeah)

It was perfect from the moment you tried me
(I'm coming for you, today, baby girl) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wanted a second round after that
And I didn't want to idealize you

We were partying in Jamaica (yeah)
Everyone dancing (ah)
Lots of whisky, lots of blunts, nothing changes
The people ask for ploh-ploh, ask for fire, ah
I come, I give you a kiss, baby, nothing more

Me, your little angel, I'm going to fly
Burning as if I were a Rastafarian
It's obvious you want me to enjoy myself
You never tire of looking at me

Come, come, come, mami
Come, no-one touches my girl
She wants a real gangster love (I'm your real gangster love)
Something different, something special (yes, sir)
I can't get tired of looking at you

TR1, baby, Bad Gyal
How does it go, papi?