Mi Lova (part. Myke Towers)

(Myke Towers, baby)
(Mmm-mmm)
(Bad Gyal)
I don't believe in luck (luck, yeah, yeah)
It was written to meet you

We don't look for it alone
I dance for you, you touch me
I blow the smoke into your mouth
Little by little softening up
That boy is my love
The one who takes off my clothes (the one who takes off my clothes)
Drink the whiskey on the rocks
I love how it looks and how it places me

It raises my grade (it raises my grade)
To the others, he throws them away (there is no other)
From looking at you, I undressed
If it ends, I want it again

She doesn't fall in love, but I'm here for you, my love
He wants to 'quit, but with me he can do it'
I appreciate you, you are a work of art
I know well that you have plenty of men
But if she dances for me and I touch her
Let's go to sex, little by little
That pussy smells like Chanel and tastes like coconut
It's with her that I focus
I don't know if it was the universe that conspired
Or if it was fate or whatever that inspired me
But I put myself for her, the one who threw me
I put it on the Airbnb that was rented

I met her in Madrid, but she is from Barcelona
Buy Fendi only in Rome
I want you to leave your scent on my sheets
The others already know that you are the boss

Baby, we're not looking for you alone
I dance for you, you touch me
I blow the smoke into your mouth
Little by little softening up
That boy is my love
The one who takes off my clothes
Drink the whiskey on the rocks (aha)
I love how it looks and how it places me

It raises my grade
At the other time, the boot
From looking at you, I undressed
If it ends, I want it again

Since you tried it, I've got you crazy (oh)
When you stop, it's because you thought of me (yes)
Tell me if you've connected like that with someone else (what's up?)
He eats twice because he eats quietly
Smoking a joint, he kisses me all over
Before dipping it, eat the cake
His favorite dish, I'm the one he craves
He doesn't get tired of me and he wants more, more
And you, you have the size that you are (ah)
And I'm the one who suits you (hey)
If I'm on top of you, it comes to you
And you, how horny you make me!

What you like is when I grab you by the neck
The two of them sweating, the chain colliding
I look at you from above and you are comfortable down there
'I was destined

And we don't look for it alone
I dance for you, you touch me
I blow the smoke into your mouth
Little by little softening up
That boy is my love
The one who takes off my clothes
Drink the whiskey on the rocks (aha)
I love how he looks and how he places me

It raises my grade (it raises my grade)
To the other ones, the boot (there is no other one)
From looking at you, I undressed
If it ends, I want it again

(Bad Gyal)
(Bad Gyal)
(Bad Gyal)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
It makes me horny
How horny he makes me!
How horny he makes me!