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

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s happy
In those leather jeans, your ass looks amazing
After we get down, she shares her problems with me
And after the deal, she counts the cash for me

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s chill
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so good
She looks out for me like a friend and loves me like a sister
Then she makes love to me like she just got out of jail, ah

She’s really sweet, apple juice
She buys me beer, but she doesn’t drink much
The groupies hit on me, she doesn’t get mad
I like your lips, you like my charm
G-give me a kiss like those that drive me wild, mwah

That loser didn’t do shit for you
I-I’ll get you wet like the Paraná River
I won over your mom, now it’s your dad’s turn
And if he doesn’t like it, he’ll just have to deal

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s happy
In those leather jeans, your ass looks amazing
After we get down, she shares her problems with me
And after the deal, she counts the cash for me

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s chill
Put on those leather jeans, your ass looks so good
She looks out for me like a friend and loves me like a sister
Then she makes love to me like she just got out of jail (Duko, El Pablo, okay)

I’m in Buenos Aires, babe, come through but quietly
There are a lot of reporters around, and to them, I’m a nobody
Now I’m with Mike De La Calle and six in the backpack
And I’ve never touched a click-clack
She sends me kisses, muah, muah

God, don’t judge me, I know I shouldn’t
I know it’s not good for them to be around me, but
I’m ditching the others, I’m staying with her
With a .44, her jeans don’t get tight, uh, uh

Babe, I love you, I like you almost as much as money, uh, uh
I’d rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton star, uh, uh
Babe, your left hand, uh, and your right hand with the zeros, uh
I’d rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton star

She did her nails, baby boom
She’s breaking Hollywood, Demi Moore
Says she’s famous, Betty Boop
She’s my fan in the stands, alley-oop

I grab your ass while you cook
We’re two planets, we’re in orbit
You erased my Excel, mystery
Your friends hate me, they’re such hypocrites

So much, I’m thinking about you so much
I talked to the therapist and prayed to a few saints
You already know, babe (Duko!)

Dior bag in your color, handmade dress, the Hungarian
Bulgari earrings, in her Fiat, we’re Bulgarians
If you call me, we’ll run away, I’m your God, your player
My cold goes with your heat, your fan club, the founder

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s happy
In those leather jeans, your ass looks amazing
After we get down, she shares her problems with me
And after the deal, she counts the cash for me

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s chill
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so good
She looks out for me like a friend and loves me like a sister
Then she makes love to me like she just got out of jail, ah

Wuh!
Okay
It’s Duko, you know
Quevedo, Pablo Chill-E
Oro600

That loser didn’t do shit for you, nah-nah-nah
I’ll get you wet like the Paraná River
I already won over your mom, now it’s your dad’s turn
And if he doesn’t like it, he’ll just have to deal (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa)