Guatauba (remix) (part. Brray, Jon Z y Juanka)

(This is Ñejo in Guatauba)
(Let the vibe take you higher)
This is the remix
Let the vibe take you higher, version 2057, yeah

Let the vibe take you higher
Grab the ZaZa, I got some hand-rolled Phillies from Cuba
Sipping Tito with grape juice
The only one around here with the Guatauba groove
Let-Let the vibe take you higher
Grab the grass, I got some hand-rolled Phillies from Cuba
Sipping Don Ron with grape juice
And turn up the radio, so you can hear the new Guatauba remix

The weekend's here and we’re rolling out the window
Dude, we’re on a Mac and you’re still on Windows
We rented an Airbnb from Friday to Sunday
Tell them not to play trap, better stick to Baby Rasta and Gringo
Wiso G, Chezina, a bit of Maicol and Manuel
So that bitch can shake that ass like a Yale
Here, anything goes, spit to make it slide
If I count since the nineties, I’ve banged a few
Reggaeton, that’s what’s up
Coco hooked up with the daughter and I hooked up with the mom
Bring the aunt, the cousin, even the neighbor
This is underground like the Marquesina parties

And if you see me walking around, you’d think I’m happy
That’s right, mama flew off when I was born
I don’t have to suck dick to shine
In conclusion, I’m gonna introduce you
They got me imagining you on all fours
Not even the Mona Lisa is worth more than that portrait
Two passes, two catches, rough play, good play
For a while, the cat gets close and I tie the score
The life of the party, mancarroto, big money
Here we respect or your bitch gets disrespected
Thirty reasons in the glock
Through the Barranquilla after giving you a champeta
And the vibe hits me and it doesn’t show
Catch me with a smile and a big face, I only go out to leave the street broken
Little one, big one, doesn’t matter
I fill the ass with blessings if it brings it

Let the vibe take you higher
Grab the grass, I got some hand-rolled Phillies from Cuba
Sipping Don Ron with grape juice
And turn up the radio, so you can hear the new Guatauba remix

You’re a bitch who’s been escaping since seventeen
And you like fucking with twenty-seven
And with your ass, you grab the comb of forty-seven
Fucking, we made a trade and you want the ass to be locked
I’m all set and you with those curves
If you come, I’m gonna drop it in your pussy
It’s my name that this little freak is getting off to
I’m dancing to all the DJ Blass tracks, dancing to all the Urba tracks
You want me to go a cappella, but it’s not a wedding
It’s rolling, I’m all set, we’re on drugs
Don’t mess with me, Conep is what’s in style
The girl swallows the milk like it’s soda

Bitch, I know you’re a bitch
How you spit it out, it’s clear you enjoy it
You like the packs like the prostitutes do
The killers and those who move the route, for real
B-B-Bitch, I know you’re a bitch
How you spit it out, it’s clear you enjoy it
You like the packs like the prostitutes do
The killers and those who move the route, for real

Let-Let-Let the vibe take you higher
I’m so high I’m almost on the Moon, hey
Thug Life like 2Pac
And I’m gonna steal your princess like Koopa
If you’re gonna suck my dick, spit it out
She’s got big tits, I’ll give her a Russian
Boricua or Domi, or also from the USA
If there’s no condom, babe, it’s not used
She tells me: Jon-Jon, slow down, you’re abusing
I’m a reggaeton artist and asses are my muse
Where’s my weed? I don’t want excuses
I’m spinning around like a roller coaster
Flow McLovin, a couple of gummies, a couple of girls and I’m wearing ponies
Fast line like Sonic, I like them white or ebony
Electronic, diabolic, hitting hard like an alcoholic
Look how my Rollie shines, light up a Philly, cops are popping up

Let the vibe take you higher
Grab the ZaZa, I got some hand-rolled Phillies from Cuba
Sipping Tito with grape juice
The only one around here with the Guatauba groove (Juanka)

In a foam cup, hey, roll, oxycodone
You’re a goddess, that’s why that ass is a blessing
I’m loose and wild, looking for your address
Today I’m gonna break you like a prisoner getting out of correction
Colored pills and they’re not Jolly Ranchers, danger
She’s rolling with two friends, they’re all like in Charlie’s Angels
She’s got me crazy, wants me to take her picture
And she’s got a rosy hue, fourteen carats
Baby, follow me now, all diamond neck
The Porsche cruising and that booty’s getting bigger
You got me thinking with that tight ass, laughing
I don’t have conjunctivitis, I’m just medicated
With or without a helmet
Don’t put on shackles, that’ll compromise her
602, call the doctor to prescribe her
She wants me to dunk it like LeBron

This is the remix
Let the vibe take you higher, version 2057 (indicates, Ñejo)
With Conep, Juanka, Jon Z, Brray
Tell me, dude, weh