Malos Hábitos (part. De La Rose)

Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm

These cravings rise and fall
I didn’t stop for the street
I went out to clear my mind, hey
With a couple of girls, I’ll keep myself busy

Bad habits, I’m their curse
I see you looking, you’re searching for me
By how I do it, hey, yeah
I don’t tie myself to anyone, hey, yeah
I got bad habits, baby, you and me
It might happen, or it might not
You’re searching for me, hey, yeah
I don’t tie myself to anyone, hey, yeah, hey (yeah, ah, yeah)

You got bad habits
Hotels and cards that aren’t debit (ah)
If you hook up with me today, tomorrow I’ll let my credit go to hell, yeah
You like it like I do, I deal with more drugs than a doctor, yeah
Raising your excitement with powders, and we’re not talking about coke (wuh)
At this point, it’s not logical to believe I’m the only one
You’re not an artist, but you’re in the audience
That’s why I treat you like another girl, yeah
You’re a devil, you showed your claws, ah
After hooking up with me, now no one ties you down
How many rappers do you really talk to? (Wuh)

I got a couple of girls, but I want yours (eh)
And you always tell me: That’s your problem (ah)
Yours
How bad that you know this dick is yours (ey, yeah)

Bad habits, I’m their curse
I see you looking, you’re searching for me
By how I do it, hey, yeah
I don’t tie myself to anyone, hey, yeah
Bad habits, you’re a curse
You leave me staring, I’m searching for you
By how you do it, yeah
I’m the one who satisfies you, yeah, ey, ey, ey

Flirting, flirting, I’m already hitting that smoke (ah)
Baby, it’s no secret
You want me to model for you like the Secret Angels
He puts me on top (yeah)
When you’re about to come, put it in my mouth (yeah)
I won’t deny I like how my ass ends up all red
No one like you gets me wet, ey
I got them bad habits and you got them awful sins (yeah)
It turns savage, coming in but not going out (not going out), yeah

For the bad, you’re good, for the good, you’re bad
I don’t know what I’m doing with you after I do it
And I’ll hit it again
Only in bed do you understand me, we’re freaks forever
Baby, I make you manifest on top of this
Come down here and I’ll take you up
High on the taste of your saliva
How it stops me when she looks at me from the stage
If I let her, she’ll suck me off even in the booth
Whenever we see each other, we hook up, hook up, leaves me lifeless
If I wait a couple of years, I know she’ll be waiting for me like Natti for Pina
Like Natti for Pina, yeah

For the bad, you’re good, for the good, you’re bad
I don’t know what I’m doing with you after I do it
And I’ll hit it again
Only in bed do you understand me, we’re freaks forever
Baby, I make you manifest on top of this
Come down here and I’ll take you up
High on the taste of your saliva