Lyrics of Mañana No Hay Clase (24/7) - Sebastian Yatra, Nejo, Dalmata

Mañana No Hay Clase (24/7) (original)

No quiere rosas, quiere juguetes
Cuando ella le mete (Ay)
No quiere flores, quiere billete'
Veinticuatro siete, ella quiere veinticuatro siete
Ella se mueve en cámara lenta, pero se acelera
A las 12 Cenicienta, toma y se revela
9 suma con 60 y no fue a la escuela
Que fantasía si tiene gemela
Hoy salimos pase lo que pase
Que mañana no hay clase', pase
Que mañana no hay clase', pase
Que mañana no hay clase'
¿Qué?
(Jajajaja), que mañana no hay clase'
Ella se desacata
Me dice que en la cama «no hay quien lo' mata»
Es más cuando ponen musiquita de Sebastián Yatra
Le gusta el reggaetón, pero con ellos no se retrata
No le ofrezcas botella', que ella tiene su propia plata
No quiere novio, eso e' obvio
Dice que todito' empiezan bien bonito
Pero después termina en odio
Que mejor disfruta la vida y así evita problema'
Yo creo que si le gano puedo invitar a to' estás nena'
Se ve que nada le da pena, y no es que este algarete
Es que simplemente le gusta veinticuatro siete
They say that bad girls don’t go to heaven
Y a ella le gusta twenty-four seven
Ella quiere veinticuatro siete (Ay)
Se ve tranquila, pero le mete veinticuatro siete (Ay)
No quiere rosas, quiere juguetes
Cuando ella le mete (Ay)
No quiere flores, quiere billete'
Veinticuatro siete, ella quiere veinticuatro siete
Hoy salimos pase lo que pase
Que mañana no hay clase', pase
Que mañana no hay clase', pase
Que mañana no hay clase'
¿Qué?, que mañana no hay clase'
Y yo-y yo-y yo-, pillarla quisiera
Darle lo que quiera
To’a la noche entera que le dé (Que le dé)
Si se activa, le doy lo que quiera
To’a la noche entera que le dé (Que le dé)
La tengo en vela, pa' darle lo que quiera
To’a la noche entera que le dé (Que le dé)
Ella a galope y yo como el coyote
Esperando que la correcamino' conmigo se tope
Indomable, como yegua sin jinete
Anda siempre sexy, bien vestida y maquilla' (Uh)
Bien guilla' (Ah), matando la liga donde quiera que va (Uh)
Es una abusadora (Ah)
Con su figura matadora
Y quien la mira se enamora al instante (¡Uh!)
Cayendo en el embrujo de su mirada hipnotizaste (Hechizante)
Radiante y brillante como diamante (Uh-uh-uh)
Ella quiere veinticuatro siete (Ay-ay-ay-ay)
Se ve tranquila, pero le mete veinticuatro siete (Ay)
No quiere rosas, quiere juguetes
Cuando ella le mete (Ay)
No quiere flores, quiere billete'
Veinticuatro siete, ella quiere veinticuatro siete
Mera, ando con el Dalmata, con Sebastián Yatra
Mañana no hay clase' tenemo' sábado y domingo
Mañana no hay clase' tenemo' sábado y domingo
Mañana no hay clase' tenemo' sábado y domingo
De Miami a Medellín, Colombia
(Hoy salimos pase lo que pase
Que mañana no hay clase', pase
Que mañana no hay clase', pase
Que mañana no hay clase'
¿Qué?), que mañana no hay clase'
Yatra, Yatra

(translation)

He doesn't want roses, he wants toys
When she puts him (Ay)
She don't want flowers, she want ticket'
Twenty four seven, she want twenty four seven
She moves in slow motion, but she speeds up
At 12 Cinderella, she takes and reveals
9 adds up to 60 and did not go to school
What a fantasy if she has a twin
Today we go out no matter what happens
That tomorrow there is no class', come in
That tomorrow there is no class', come in
That tomorrow there is no class
Than?
(Hahahaha), there is no class tomorrow'
she disobeys
She tells me that in bed «there is no one who kills him»
It's more when they play little music by Sebastián Yatra
She likes reggaeton, but she doesn't portray herself with them
Don't offer her a bottle', she has her own money
She doesn't want a boyfriend, that's obvious
She says that everything 'starts well pretty
But then it ends in hate
That best enjoys life and thus avoids problems'
I think that if I win, I can invite all of you, baby.
It is seen that nothing gives him pity, and it is not that this troublemaker
Is that she just likes twenty four seven
They say that bad girls don't go to heaven
And she like twenty-four seven
She wants twenty-four seven (Ay)
She looks calm, but she puts twenty-four seven (Ay)
She doesn't want roses, she wants toys
When she puts him (Ay)
She don't want flowers, she want ticket'
Twenty four seven, she want twenty four seven
Today we go out no matter what happens
That tomorrow there is no class', come in
That tomorrow there is no class', come in
That tomorrow there is no class
What?, that tomorrow there is no class'
And I-and I-and I-, catch her I would like
give her what she wants
To'a the whole night that she gives him (that she gives him)
If she get activated, I give her what she want
To'a the whole night that he gives him (that he gives him)
I keep her awake, to give her what she wants
To'a the whole night that he gives him (that he gives him)
She at a gallop and I like the coyote
Waiting for the roadrunner to run into me
Indomitable, like a mare without a rider
She is always sexy, well dressed and puts on makeup '(Uh)
She well guilla '(Ah), killing the league wherever she wants she goes (Uh)
She is a bully (Ah)
With his killer figure
And whoever looks at her falls in love with her instantly (Uh!)
Falling under the spell of her gaze, you hypnotized (Bewitching)
Radiant and bright like a diamond (Uh-uh-uh)
She wants twenty-four seven (Ay-ay-ay-ay)
She looks calm, but she puts twenty-four seven (Ay)
She doesn't want roses, she wants toys
When she puts him (Ay)
She don't want flowers, she want ticket'
Twenty four seven, she want twenty four seven
Mera, I'm with the Dalmatian, with Sebastián Yatra
Tomorrow there is no class' we have' Saturday and Sunday
Tomorrow there is no class' we have' Saturday and Sunday
Tomorrow there is no class' we have' Saturday and Sunday
From Miami to Medellin, Colombia
(Today we go out no matter what
That tomorrow there is no class', come in
That tomorrow there is no class', come in
That tomorrow there is no class
What?), that tomorrow there is no class'
Yatra, Yatra