Author name: Shain Ranjit

I don’t know how we got hereTwo drinks with you and I lost my shynessI was low and now I’m upWe lost our fears in the clubHe went on safari, he lost his CavalliColore’, murakami (Yeah)Your body, exotic, crazy, manicFantastic (No one will know) Nobody will know underwaterA-ua-ua-ua, ua-uaTake off your clothesThat’s how it provokes […]

The sun is going to rise (Mmh)And I’m hanging out in an alleyBlessing It’s dawn, and I’m still upIt’s five in the morningLet me call this guy who sucks meShe says she loves me, and I’m still upIt’s five in the morning‘Toy right away, I’m going to ride hard all week My life is a

Va a salir el sol (Mmh)Y yo capeando en un callejónBendición Amaneció, y yo todavía sigo en altaSon las cinco ‘e la mañanaDéjame llamar a esta pana que me lo mamaDice que me ama, y yo todavía sigo en altaSon las cinco ‘e la mañana‘Toy en seguita, voy a andar duro toda la semana Mi

Lady, your recipe is pure perreoW, Jowell and Randy“The King” Don OmarDon!you already know The cat asks for guayeteo (Pa!)The gangsters arrive with the thugs (Pa!)Take, smoke, smoke, smoke, smokeWe’ll leave anyone who throws themselves ugly (You know the system)The cat asks for guayeteo (DO!; tra, tra, tra)The gangsters arrive with the thugs (Tra, tra,

I saw you and I realized that time does not cure everythingI would like to go hug you, but what I touch sucks And besides, you’re already with someone elseI would like to send you a “How are you?”But I can’t even do that anymore, the truth is, it does bother meBut no way How

Señorita, la receta tuya es perreo puroW, Jowell y Randy“El Rey” Don Omar¡Don!Tú sabes ya La gata pide guayeteo (¡Pa!)Llegan los gángster con el maleanteo (¡Pa!)Toma, fuma, fuma, fuma, fumeteoAl que se tire lo dejamo’ feo (Tú conoce’ el sistema)La gata pide guayeteo (¡DO!; tra, tra, tra)Llegan los gángster con el maleanteo (Tra, tra, tra;

Te vi y me di cuenta que el tiempo no lo cura todoQuisiera ir a abrazarte, pero lo que toco jodo Y además, ya estás con alguien másQuisiera mandarte un “¿Cómo estás?”Pero ya ni eso puedo, la neta, sí me agüitaPero ni modo Qué poco te pesóQué bueno que tú no estás igual que yoQué