Candy

(Candy, candy, candy)
(Candy, candy, candy)

Oh

She likes to hang out, every weekend, go hang out
She is crazy, but she is sweet like candy
Her parents want to see her home, for her to finish school
But she changes boyfriends more than panties

She likes to hang out, every weekend, go hang out
She is crazy, but she is sweet like candy
Her parents want to see her home, for her to finish school
But she changes boyfriends more than panties

She likes it kinky, nasty, and even fancy
She gets cranky if I make it romantic
She likes sex excessively
And in the process, she asks me for a kiss

Kinky, nasty, and even fancy
She gets cranky if I make it romantic
She likes sex excessively
And in the process, she asks me for a kiss

I see her at the club almost every weekend
Apparently, there is no one at home who can stop her
Her joke starts on Thursday
She has a friend in the bathroom, apparently he doesn't entertain her

She plays dumb, she knows what's best for her
Her grandmother gives him money whenever he wants
She is alone, she does not want to be jealous
Many have wanted her to be serious, but she comes and goes

She asks me to push her, to mess up her hair
Let her chain her, let him condemn her to bed
The comment has been scolded, that she wins by knockout
Apparently, she remains undefeated

She likes it kinky, nasty, and even fancy
She gets cranky if I make it romantic
She likes sex excessively
And in the process, she asks me for a kiss

Kinky, nasty, and even fancy
She gets cranky if I make it romantic
She likes sex excessively
And in the process, she asks me for a kiss

She is different, she doesn't live with people
And she doesn't pay attention to you if he takes out the file
And everyone wants to try it because they say it's hot
A Phillie, a beer, to get in the mood

She dances to all the songs and has a swing when she moves
And she doesn't have any friends, she claims that everyone envies her
She says: Cursed is the woman in whom another woman trusts
That's why she surrounds himself with friends every day

That girl you see is no longer a little girl
Even though I see her with a little girl's face
Half the neighborhood has already tried it
They say the boyfriend is stuck on the street
That's why she's so crazy

Her grandmother swears she's an angel
She insults everyone who speaks badly of his granddaughter
Even though they threw her in the middle, she didn't care
She keeps on fooling around and doesn't stop

She likes it kinky, nasty, and even fancy
She gets cranky if I make it romantic
She likes sex excessively
And in the process, she asks me for a kiss

Kinky, nasty, and even fancy
She gets cranky if I make it romantic
She likes sex excessively
And in the process, she asks me for a kiss

Chencho and Maldy, Plan B
Plan B is Plan B
Luny-Luny-Luny-Luny-Luny Tunes-Tunes
The Society
Once again the party is on

And off we go, the sex duo (Love and Sex)
The Society, those who know tremble
With a little bit of reggaeton-ton (with a little bit of reggaeton-ton)
With the Luny-Luny-Luny Tunes-Tunes
Tell him, tell him, tell him, Duran The Coach (ey)
Chencho and Maldy, Plan B (Pina Records), huh

He likes it, he likes it, he likes it (eh)
He likes it, he likes it, he likes it (eh)
He likes it, he likes it, he likes it (eh)
He likes it, he likes it, he likes it