De Negro is Feid’s invitation to drop the poker face, slip into an all-black outfit and dive head-first into a night where anything can happen. Backed by Yandel’s unmistakable Puerto Rican flow, the Colombian star paints the picture of a smoky VIP lounge: flashing lights, tall drinks, loud bass. He spots someone who looks too serious, almost hiding behind a “good-girl” mask, and spends the song coaxing her to loosen up—promising that once the refills hit and the kush is lit, both of them will end up on the same wavelength.
Beneath the party talk, the lyrics flirt with a playful duality. Feid admires how she balances innocence with street-smart swagger, calling her “calle” yet “ghetto,” and teasing that tonight there will be an “entierro” (a burial) for all that stiffness when they finally surrender to the rhythm. It is an anthem for nightlife chemistry: dress in black, leave worries at the door, and let music, smoke and desire bury any trace of seriousness until the sun comes up.