Nena Sad (remix) (part. ORO600, Pablo Chill-E y Quevedo)

The girl is a bit sad, but she's happy with me
With those leather jeans, your buttocks look tremendous
After becoming rich, he tells me about his problems
And after the sale, he counts the tickets for me

The girl is a bit sad, but she's cool with me
With all those leather jeans, your butt looks cool
She cares for me like a friend and loves me like a sister
Then he makes love to me as if he had been in jail, ah

S-she's very healthy, apple juice
She buys me beer, but she doesn't drink it
I'm attracted to groupies, she doesn't get angry
I like your lips, you like my lips
Give-give me one of those kisses that makes you feel pregnant, mua

That-that logic was of no use to you
I-I wet you like the Paraná River
I won your mai, ma, and now it's your dad's turn
And if you don't like it, you'll have to accept it

The girl is a bit sad, but she's happy with me
With those leather jeans, your buttocks look tremendous
After becoming rich, he tells me about his problems
And after the sale, he counts the tickets for me

The girl is a bit sad, but she's cool with me
Put on those leather jeans, your butt looks cool
She cares for me like a friend and loves me like a sister
Then he makes love to me as if he had been in jail (Duko, El Pablo, okay)

I'm in Buenos Aires, mommy, come on but be quiet
There are a lot of journalists around here, and to them I'm a slob
Now I'm with Mike De La Calle and with six in the backpack
And I've never touched a click-clack
He sends me kisses, muac, muac

God, don't judge me, I already know that I shouldn't
I know it's not good for you to be next to me, but
I'm getting rid of the leather, I'm staying with her
With a .44, your jeans won't go up, uh, uh

Ma, I love you, I like you almost as much as money, uh, uh
I'd rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton player, uh, uh
Mommy, on the left your hand, uh, and on the right the zeros, uh
I'd rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton singer

Got her nails done, baby boom
Demi Moore is breaking Hollywood
She says she's famous, Betty Boop
He's my fan on the court, alley-oop

I grab your ass while you cook
We are two planets, we are in orbit
He deleted your Excel, unknown
Your friends hate me, they are so hypocritical

So much, I'm thinking about you so much
I talked to the psychologist and prayed to a couple of saints
You already know, mommy (Duko!)

Dior bag in your color, Emanuel Ungaro dress
The Bulgari earrings, in their Fiat, we are Bulgarians
If you call me, we run away, I am your God, your player
My cold goes with your heat, your fan club, the founder

The girl is a bit sad, but she's happy with me
With those leather jeans, your buttocks look tremendous
After becoming rich, he tells me about his problems
And after the sale, he counts the tickets for me

The girl is a bit sad, but she's cool with me
With those leather jeans, your butt looks cool
She cares for me like a friend and loves me like a sister
Then he makes love to me as if he had been in jail, ah

Wow!
Okay
It's the Duko, you know
Quevedo, Pablo Chill-E
Gold600

That-that logic was of no use to you, na-na-na
I wet you like the Paraná River
I already won your mai, ma, now it's your dad's turn
And if he doesn't like it, he'll have to accept me (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa)