Lluvia de Estrellas (part. El Guincho)

Hey (uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
Music for the dealers
Ay, ay-ay (swi-swish)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt
Yeah

Dreaming of taking you with me but you never say yes or no
Just tell me, babe, without fear
If I look at your face, it gets mad and I’m left feeling dry
Fake it, babe, no hard feelings

I was in Manhattan, photos popping
Silk hostess, videos on the low
Smoking and not passing, coming to my place
I don’t bother, I play like Zlatan

I don’t know if you want to see me, or if you’re coming back
I’m not dying for you
You tell me this can’t be, and I don’t know what to do
Better forget me

If I hide another, I don’t know that
Cooking your cake with my syrup
Your boyfriend hates me, that I know for sure
I got a new girl for–

She moves on her own, Balvin like a trend
Kayuke’s got her falling, bounce that ass for me
They shoot with their guns, poppy brand
Stealing my heart so I can make her a song (oh, skrrt)

I don’t know if you want to see me, or if you’re coming back
I’m not dying for you
You tell me this can’t be, and I don’t know what to do
Better forget me

I know I don’t know
Well, so what? Look at me
I never beg anyone (never)
She wants no one to look at me (what?)
And when I kneel, it’s for my God (skrrt, skrrt)

I don’t know if you, you, you, you, you, you (it’s the B)
You tell me that, that, that, that, that, that
The B and the G, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh