LYRICS GAME

Attention, the song is about to start

Yes, by Balvin, there it is

It goes like this, it goes like this

Three Letters

Baby, you're on the run from your boyfriend, you're a fugitive

You have something that makes you addictive

I've seen you there on Instagram in sportswear

And I'm staring at you right now

And you're abusive, mami

If you give me a break, I'll trade your life

I'll fill your closet with Gucci and Chanel

That's all the changes

A Ferrari car and a semi, I'll throw them in the change in the guide

We do the 69, that's an exchange

You tell me, 'Daddy, pay me'

And I'll give you whatever you want

Well, I want what's under the panther panties

She popped two little pills she took out of her purse

And she gave me one, that hacks me

Like it alters my senses

And I get wicked, the three-peat, three straight fucks

I don't I'm in love, I have this .40 for Cupid

She's not just anyone, she has her own noise

And if she moves it, man, I'll give her a bonus

That's well deserved

When I climb on top of her

I lift her up, she feels like she's floating

I hook all my clothes, she knows she's my girl

Maybe it was because she left on another note

And she says she provokes me

Now she wants to be with Balvin J, what?

(Mera, Balvin, what do I do with this chick, bro?

What does she want with you?)

We go out at night with the dogs at G-Wa

Dressed in black like we're SWAT

She says to me, 'What the heck?' I say, 'What the heck?'

Baby, tonight I'm going to clarify it for you

Come on, come and see

You and I messing around, I won't owe you

And to reaffirm it, you have to know

After the club, off to the hotel

Play some reggaeton and it'll activate, the bandit's loose

I know you're satire

A scoundrel, for a quick perreo

Come on, come here, I'm the machine

Play some reggaeton and it'll activate, the bandit's loose

I know you're satire

A scoundrel, for a quick perreo

Come on, come here, I'm the machine

At the club, she kisses the beast

Just like I dressed her, I undressed her

I'm going to do body painting on all of that

You left with a full tank and came back empty

Mami, I'm going to give you a refill

A mouthful of pineapple plus a pill

I already know you, I'm going to show you off

I have the formula, and it's not the Grand Prix one

We make love, then peace

We go out at night with the dogs at G-Wa

Dressed in black like we're SWAT

She says to me, 'What the heck?' I say, 'What the heck?'

Baby, tonight I'm going to explain it to you

I'm going to clarify it for you

Come on, come and see

You and I messing around, I won't owe you

And to confirm, you have to know

After the disco

Play some reggaeton and it'll activate, the bandit's loose

I know you're satire

A scoundrel, for a quick perreo

Come on, come here, I'm the machine

Play some reggaeton and it'll activate

The bandit's loose

I know you're satire

A scoundrel, for a quick perreo

Come on, come here, I'm the machine

J Balvin, man

Spicy, mami, it's spicy

Spicy, spicy, heh

Spicy, mami, it's spicy

J Balvin, man

Latino Gang, Gang

Yeah, heh

Are we breaking up or aren't we breaking up, boy?

You know we're breaking up, spicy