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

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s feeling good
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so damn good
After we get it on, 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 feeling fine
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so divine
She looks out for me like a friend, loves me like a sis
Then she makes love to me like she just got out of the biz, ah

She’s really sweet, apple juice
She buys me beer, but she doesn’t drink it loose
Groupies hit on me, she doesn’t get mad
I like your lips, you like my chat
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, too
I won over your mom, babe, now it’s your dad’s turn
And if he doesn’t like it, he’ll just have to learn

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s feeling good
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so damn good
After we get it on, 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 feeling fine
Put on those leather jeans, your ass looks so divine
She looks out for me like a friend, loves me like a sis
Then she makes love to me like she just got out of the biz (Duko, El Pablo, okay)

I’m rolling through Buenos Aires, babe, come through but in silence
There are a lot of reporters around, and to them, I’m just a punk
Walking with twenty on the street and a hundred in my 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 next to me, but
I’m ditching the others, with her I’m staying
With a .44, her jeans don’t get tight, uh, uh

Babe, I love you, I like you almost as much as cash, uh, uh
I’d rather be your boyfriend than a reggaeton star, uh, uh
Babe, your left hand, uh, and your right hand’s 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 on the court, 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 of you so much
I talked to the shrink and prayed to a few saints
You got it, babe (Duko!)

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

The girl’s kinda sad, but with me she’s feeling good
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so damn good
After we get it on, 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 feeling fine
In those leather jeans, your ass looks so divine
She looks out for me like a friend, loves me like a sis
Then she makes love to me like she just got out of the biz, 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, babe, now it’s your dad’s turn
And if he doesn’t like it, he’ll just have to accept it (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa)