Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cinco Pa' las Doce, artist - Big Soto.
Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Cinco Pa' las Doce(original) |
Tú te portas mal y lo peor es que no sabes disimular, yeh |
Puedo imaginar ese culote haciéndome sudar |
Faltan cinco pa' las doce y no es año nuevo |
Yo quiero sentir el roce de tu pelo |
Tú encima de mí gritando y no por el dolor |
Sé que solo quieres sexo, no quiere' amor |
Faltan cinco pa' las doce y no es año nuevo |
Yo quiero sentir el roce de tu pelo |
Por ahora me quedo con la imaginación |
De tu culo rebotando en mi habitación |
Dime dónde tú estás para ver si le llego |
Ya no te quiero pensar, quiero hacértelo de nuevo |
En la habitación no veíamos Netflix |
Solamente era mi boca piloteando allá abajo como jet ski |
Yeah, la mujer me dice Baywatch, se arrebata quemando el hash |
En la cama es donde hacemos match, todo cling fragancia splash |
Sé que tú tienes aparte de mí en la calle un par más |
Tanta maldad no sé de dónde fue que salió pero no es como mamá, yeh |
Yo abajo y tú arriba |
Antes de comerte te caliento como comida, yeh |
En mi pecho dejó una mordida |
Lo hacemos como si fuera una despedida |
Sin ropa parece obra de arte |
Exclusiva, poco' llegan ahí, ni con dinero pueden comprarte, yeh |
Sería un error amarte |
Pero es difícil resistirse a la fruta prohibida aunque quiera matarte |
Yea-yea-yeah, eh, sin ropa parece obra de arte |
Exclusiva, poco' llegan ahí, ni con dinero pueden comprarte, yeh |
Sería un error amarte |
Pero es difícil resistirse a la fruta prohibida aunque quiera matarte |
Tú te portas mal y lo peor es que no sabes disimular, yeh |
Puedo imaginar ese culote haciéndome sudar |
Faltan cinco pa' las doce y no es año nuevo |
Yo quiero sentir el roce de tu pelo |
Tú encima de mí gritando y no por el dolor |
Sé que solo quieres sexo, no quiere amor |
Faltan cinco pa' las doce y no es año nuevo |
Yo quiero sentir el roce de tu pelo |
Por ahora me quedo con la imaginación |
De tu culo rebotando en mi habitación, yeh |
(translation) |
You behave badly and the worst thing is that you don't know how to hide, yeh |
I can imagine that shorts making me sweat |
It's five to twelve and it's not new year |
I want to feel the touch of your hair |
You on top of me screaming and not because of the pain |
I know you only want sex, you don't want love |
It's five to twelve and it's not new year |
I want to feel the touch of your hair |
For now I'm left with the imagination |
Of your ass bouncing in my room |
Tell me where you are to see if I reach him |
I don't want to think about you anymore, I want to do it to you again |
In the room we did not watch Netflix |
It was just my mouth piloting down there like a jet ski |
Yeah, the woman calls me Baywatch, she snatches burning the hash |
In bed is where we match, all cling fragrance splash |
I know that you have a couple more apart from me on the street |
So much evil I don't know where she came from but she's not like mom, yeh |
me down and you up |
Before I eat you I warm you up like food, yeh |
On my chest he left a bite |
We do it like it's goodbye |
Without clothes it looks like a work of art |
Exclusive, little' they get there, not even with money they can buy you, yeh |
it would be a mistake to love you |
But it's hard to resist the forbidden fruit even if it wants to kill you |
Yea-yea-yeah, eh, without clothes it looks like a work of art |
Exclusive, little' they get there, not even with money they can buy you, yeh |
it would be a mistake to love you |
But it's hard to resist the forbidden fruit even if it wants to kill you |
You behave badly and the worst thing is that you don't know how to hide, yeh |
I can imagine that shorts making me sweat |
It's five to twelve and it's not new year |
I want to feel the touch of your hair |
You on top of me screaming and not because of the pain |
I know you just want sex, you don't want love |
It's five to twelve and it's not new year |
I want to feel the touch of your hair |
For now I'm left with the imagination |
Of your ass bouncing in my room, yeh |