TQG
The one who told you that a void is filled with another person is lying to you
It’s like covering a wound with makeup, you can’t see it, but you can feel it
You left saying that you got over me and got yourself a new girlfriend
What she doesn’t know is that you’re still watching the whole story
Baby, what was it? No, you’re so greedy
What are you doing trying to get me down? You know that I don’t repeat my mistakes
Tell your new baby that I don’t compete for men
To stop screwing around because at least I had you pretty
Seeing you with the new girl hurt me
But I’m already ready for my thing
What we lived, I forgot
And that’s what has you offended
That even life has improved
for me You are no longer welcome here
I saw what your girlfriend threw at me
That doesn’t even make me angry, I laugh, I laugh
I don’t have time for what I don’t contribute, I’ve already changed my direction
Making money as a sport
Filling the account, the shows, the parking and the passport
I’m tougher, the reports say
Now you want to come back, it’s obvious, mmm, yes
Wait for me there, I’m an idiot
You forgot that I’m in another one
And that La Bichota was too big for you
Baby, what was it? No, you’re so greedy
What are you doing trying to get me down? You know that I don’t repeat my mistakes
Tell your new baby that I don’t compete for men
To stop screwing around because at least I had you pretty
Shakira, Shakira
You left and I became triple M
Better, harder, more level
Coming back to you, never, you are bad luck
Because, now, the blessings are raining down on me
And you want to come back, I already assumed it
Giving likes to my photos
You looking for food outside
Me saying it was monotony
And now you want to come back, I already assumed it
Giving likes to my photos
You look happy with your new life, but
If she knew that you were looking for me still
Baby, what was it? No, you’re so greedy
What are you doing trying to get me to like you? If you know that I don’t repeat my mistakes
Tell your new baby that I don’t compete for men
That she doesn’t have a good hand and, at least, I thought you were pretty
(OO-Ovy On The Drums)
(My love, you’ve gone too far)
(And I can’t see you from afar anymore, baby)
(I love you, but I love you, hahaha)
Barranquilla, Medallo