Nena Sad (remix) (part. ORO600, Duki y Quevedo)

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

The girl’s kinda down, but with me, she's chill
With those leather jeans on, your ass looks so good
She looks out for me as a friend and loves me like a sister
Then she makes love to me like she’s been in prison, ah

She’s so healthy, with apple juice
She buys me beers, but she doesn’t drink hard
The groupies hit me up, she doesn’t get mad
I like your lips, you like my charm
Give me a kiss like the one that gets you hooked, mwah

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

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

The girl’s kinda down, but with me, she's chill
Put on those leather jeans, your ass looks so good
She looks out for me as a friend and loves me like a sister
Then she makes love to me like she’s been in prison (Duko, El Pablo, okay)

I'm rolling through Buenos Aires, babe, come in quietly
'Cause there’s a ton of reporters here, and to them, I’m a punk
Now I’m with Mike De La Calle and six in my backpack
And I’ve never touched a click-clack
She sends me kisses, mwah, mwah

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 tough guys, I’m staying with her
With a .44, her jeans ain’t going up, uh, uh

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

She did her nails, baby boom
Breaking Hollywood, Demi Moore
Says she’s famous, Betty Boop
She’s my fan at the game, alley-oop

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

So much, I’m thinking of you so much
I talked about it with my therapist and prayed to a few saints
You know already, 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 down, but with me, she's happy
In those leather jeans, your ass looks amazing
After we do it right, she shares her problems with me
And after the deal, she counts the cash for me

The girl’s kinda down, but with me, she's chill
With those leather jeans, your ass looks so good
She looks out for me as a friend and loves me like a sister
Then she makes love to me like she’s been in prison, 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’ve already won your mom over, now it's your dad's turn
And if he doesn’t like it, he’s just gonna have to deal (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa)