Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Universitaria , by - Nengo Flow. Release date: 24.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Universitaria(original) |
| Andas bellaca, yo lo sé |
| Tus ojos me están hablando |
| Y si sigues como vas, vamo' a terminar chingando |
| Que no se detenga el contrabando |
| Jan Paul, suena hijue' puta, okey, sigo grabando |
| Las voces del maliante sonando alto fuete |
| Esto 'e un party de maliantes, todo el mundo anda con fulete |
| Todas las putillas mirando están, 'toy con mi clan |
| Las que tiren, se van |
| Así que agítala, pa’l fuego invítala |
| La verja a fuego, bríncala |
| Esas nalgas, ubícalas |
| Vo’a darte bicho, a tu manera |
| Se desespera, ya le entró la bellaquera |
| Vo’a hacerte levitar, encima 'e la arena |
| Vivo como un bandido, siempre estoy en delantera |
| Dame y dime qué pasó, con esa mojaera |
| Después que yo esté adentro, no vo’a ir pa' afuera |
| Aquí nadie va a dormir |
| Aprieta el dembow, que ahora es que me vo’a lucir |
| Real G4 Life hasta que me toque morir |
| Cuando te mande un fuetazo no vas a resistir ni sobrevivir |
| La nena es adulta, tremenda hijue' puta |
| Sale de la uni, un phillie ejecuta |
| Le llega a la placita, a sus amigas recluta |
| 2 o 3 locarias de mala conducta |
| Se pasa capeando allá abajo en la Perla |
| Si por ahí tú la vez tienes que conocerla |
| Fuma bebé, fuma y después no se acuerda |
| Si te pongo a mamar, el bicho no me muerda |
| Ven, pégate y bellaquea |
| Por tus movimientos está subiendo la marea |
| Apaga el teléfono aquí nadie nos rastrea |
| Me tiene sudando cuando el culo lo menea y putea |
| Dale presea |
| Móntate y perrea |
| Galdea |
| Que esta noche hay pelea |
| Pichea |
| Si no rumbea |
| Pero si lo saco yo sé que tú lo babeas |
| Ya lo prendí, ya está brillando sin licencia martillando |
| Sigue aquí brillando |
| Ya me he fumao' el prendón |
| Ñengo esta en el musicón |
| Dale encasquilla ese botón |
| Que eso se escucha bien cabrón |
| Dale, que se arrastre de una vez |
| Perreando, perreando, metiéndole bellaco como es |
| Y préndelo, maquínalo |
| Toda esa suciería el que se la enseñó fui yo |
| Mira, Jan Paul |
| Páralo ahí un momento… |
| Real G4 Life, baby |
| Aquí nadie va a dormir |
| Aprieta el dembow, que ahora es que me vo’a lucir |
| Real G4 Life hasta que me toque morir |
| Cuando te mande un fuetazo no vas a resistir ni sobrevivir |
| Respeto a los difundos |
| Sigo retumbando en to' los puntos |
| Soy de PR, la candela aquí es pa' adultos |
| Meta un pie al bote y no haga bulto |
| Tú ere' un parte bicho, y si fantasmeas te sepulto |
| 'Tamo en el 21 y to' el mundo quiere medirse |
| Son un chiste y el chistoso van a morirse |
| Mejor que la furia te analice |
| Pues pa' acá no pises |
| Pa' que la 23 de no te aterrice |
| Ya lo prendí, ya está brillando sin licencia martillando |
| Sigue aquí brillando |
| Ya me he fumao' el prendón |
| Ñengo esta en el musicón |
| Dale encasquilla ese botón |
| Que eso se escucha bien cabrón |
| Dale arrástrate de una vez |
| Perreando, perreando, metiéndole bellaco como es |
| Y préndelo, maquínalo |
| Toda esa suciería el que se la enseñó fui yo |
| (translation) |
| You're a badass, I know |
| your eyes are talking to me |
| And if you continue as you're going, we're going to end up fucking |
| Let the smuggling not stop |
| Jan Paul, it sounds son of a bitch, okay, I'm still recording |
| The voices of the maliante sounding loud |
| This 'is a party of criminals, everyone walks with fulete |
| All the bitches watching are, 'I play with my clan |
| Those who throw, leave |
| So shake it up, invite it for the fire |
| The fence on fire, jump over it |
| Those buttocks, locate them |
| I'm going to give you a bug, your way |
| She is desperate, the rogue has already entered her |
| I'm going to make you levitate, on top of the sand |
| I live like a bandit, I'm always ahead |
| Give me and tell me what happened, with that mojaera |
| After I'm inside, I'm not going to go outside |
| Here no one is going to sleep |
| Press the dembow, now it's that I'm going to show off |
| Real G4 Life until I die |
| When I send you a blow you will not resist or survive |
| The girl is an adult, tremendous son of a bitch |
| Walk out the uni, a phillie run |
| She arrives at the little square, her friends she recruits |
| 2 or 3 crazy people of bad behavior |
| She spends time weathering down there in the Pearl |
| If out there you have to meet her |
| He smokes baby, he smokes and then he doesn't remember |
| If I make you suckle, the bug won't bite me |
| Come, hit and bellaquea |
| Because of your movements the tide is rising |
| Turn off the phone here nobody tracks us |
| She got me sweating when her ass shakes and whores |
| Give him a medal |
| Get on and twerk |
| Galdea |
| That tonight there is a fight |
| Pitch |
| If it doesn't rumba |
| But if I take it out I know that you drool it |
| I already turned it on, it's already shining without a license hammering |
| keep shining here |
| I've already smoked the pledge |
| Ñengo is in the musicon |
| Hit that button |
| That sounds good bastard |
| Come on, let him crawl at once |
| Perreando, perreando, screwing him rogue as he is |
| And turn it on, machine it |
| All that dirt the one who taught it was me |
| Look Jan Paul |
| Stop there for a moment... |
| Real G4 Life, baby |
| Here no one is going to sleep |
| Press the dembow, now it's that I'm going to show off |
| Real G4 Life until I die |
| When I send you a blow you will not resist or survive |
| Respect for the spread |
| I keep rumbling in all the points |
| I'm from PR, the candle here is for adults |
| Put one foot in the boat and don't make a bulk |
| You are a part bug, and if you fantasize I'll bury you |
| 'We are at 21 and to' the world wants to measure itself |
| They are a joke and the joker is going to die |
| Better that fury analyze you |
| Well, don't step here |
| So that 23 doesn't land you |
| I already turned it on, it's already shining without a license hammering |
| keep shining here |
| I've already smoked the pledge |
| Ñengo is in the musicon |
| Hit that button |
| That sounds good bastard |
| Give it a go |
| Perreando, perreando, screwing him rogue as he is |
| And turn it on, machine it |
| All that dirt the one who taught it was me |