Lyrics and translation Brray - Freaky

Freaky

Cómo dice, hey, cómo dice, hey, yeah

Yo no sé porque es tan freaky (por qué eres tan freaky)
Si le da al whisky y va pal wicky wicky (wicky; ¿cómo?)
Sin miedo marca territorio con un hickey (hickey)
′Mano de Paola y prima de Vicky (Vicky)
En su cartera anda con la onza de cripy (cripy)

A veces yala, a veces media hippie
(A vece yala, a vece media hippie, una bicha cuando pisa Miami city)
A veces fina, a veces sata, siempre en turbina la nota la delata
Tranquila pero siemprе anda bellaca
Fumando de la mata un piquetе que mata (Sheesh)
Y a veces fina, a veces sata, siempre en turbina la nota la delata
Tranquila pero siempre anda bellaca
Fumando de la mata un piquete que mata

Me tiene el bicho marcao' en el dickie
La baby no duerme sin leche en el bibi
Ojos azules y el pelo red como tripi
Se va rewind, selecta pal repeat

Yo no sé por que tú eres tan bellaca
Yo la aruño pa′ tra'
Quiere puño y pata'
Tú ere′ una de esa, de esa sacata′
Pa' dentro chakata
Perrea, ¡pum!, pacata′

Yo no sé por que tú eres tan bellaca
Yo la aruño pa' tra′
Quiere puño y pata'
Bien bitch del sexo una tecata′
A vece' e' puta′, a vece′ e' pata′

Un piquete cabron en [?] Miami city
En PR no porque saben que ere' una Vicky
Una bellacona yo te meto sin picky
Se va rewind, selecta pal repeat

Yo no sé por que es tan freaky (freaky, freaky)
Si le da al whisky y va pal wicky wicky (pal wicky wicky)
Sin miedo marca territorio con un hickey (hickey)
′Mano de Paola y prima de Vicky
En su cartera anda con la onza de cripy (cripy)

Ella sola lo prende, le dan descuento todo' los que le venden, hey
Cambia de jevo si no la atienden
Es de las amigas, nadie nos comprende, hey
El amor no entra por la comida
Y me la comería despues de una salida, hey
Pero es muy fresca la atrevida
Y vive la vida como vivo la mía, hey (¿Cómo?)

A fogata cuando la pille, fuego en la lata
Estoy que me quedo con ella y le echo la pata
Lo mas que me gusta es que cuando bebe se pone media pata, yeah

A veces fina, a veces sata, siempre en turbina la nota la delata
Tranquila pero siempre anda bellaca
Fumando de la mata un piquete que mata
Y a veces fina, a veces sata, siempre en turbina la nota la delata
Tranquila pero siempre anda bellaca
Fumando de la mata (yeah) un piquete que mata

Yeah, bien l-o-co por tanto r-o-n (bien loco)
Hoy ando letal, mortal, como pal FN
Por tu t-o-t-o es que yo salgo los weekene′
Y tambien por ese culo que tú tiene'

Su comportamiento va acorde con el lugar
A veces fina, pero a veces vulgar
Sábado en la disco, domingo en el mall
Dice que quiere un diablo y no se quiere quemar
Me tiene caliente como agua termal

Mami me pone mal
Jeva vamo' a pescar
No voy a perder como Tito con Bernal
Villa en palma del mall
Parece azucar pero la shorty es sal

Yo no sé por que es tan freaky (freaky, freaky)
Si le da al whisky y va pal wicky wicky (pal wicky wicky)
Sin miedo marca territorio con un hickey (hickey)
′Mano de Paola y prima de Vicky
En su cartera anda con la onza de cripy

Rafa Pabon on the mic
Brray
Joyce Santana
Wilson Rivera
Yondoe

Oye ya tú sabe, la gente bacana con la gente bacana
Las Ovejas Negra, baby
Tu papá
White Lion
Sheesh

Freaky

How do they say it, hey, how do they say it, hey, yeah

I don't know why you're so freaky (why are you so freaky)
Sipping whiskey, heading to the wicky wicky (wicky; how?)
Fearlessly marking territory with a hickey (hickey)
Paola's hand and Vicky's cousin (Vicky)
Carrying an ounce of cripy in your purse (cripy)

Sometimes yala, sometimes a bit hippie
(Sometimes yala, sometimes a bit hippie, a real beast when she steps in Miami city)
Sometimes classy, sometimes wild, always on fire, the music gives you away
Calm but always a bit naughty
Smoking a killer blunt from the plant (Sheesh)
And sometimes classy, sometimes wild, always on fire, the music gives you away
Calm but always a bit naughty
Smoking a killer blunt from the plant

You've got me hooked, marked on my dickie
Baby girl doesn't sleep without milk in her bibi
Blue eyes and red hair like trippy
Going rewind, selecting for repeat

I don't know why you're so naughty
I scratch her to pull her closer
She wants fists and kicks
You're one of those, one of those wild ones
Chakata inside
Twerking, boom, pacata

I don't know why you're so naughty
I scratch her to pull her closer
She wants fists and kicks
A real bitch in sex, a tecata
Sometimes she's a whore, sometimes she's crazy

A crazy blunt in [?] Miami city
Not in PR because they know you're a Vicky
A beautiful woman, I'll take you without picky
Going rewind, selecting for repeat

I don't know why she's so freaky (freaky, freaky)
Sipping whiskey, heading to the wicky wicky (to the wicky wicky)
Fearlessly marking territory with a hickey (hickey)
Paola's hand and Vicky's cousin
Carrying an ounce of cripy in her purse (cripy)

She lights it up herself, everyone who sells to her gives her discounts, hey
She changes boyfriends if they don't pay attention to her
She's one of the friends, nobody understands us, hey
Love doesn't come through food
And I would eat her after a night out, hey
But she's too cool, the daring one
And she lives life like I live mine, hey (How?)

On fire when I catch her, fire in the can
I'm thinking of staying with her and hitting it
What I like most is that when she drinks she gets a little crazy, yeah

Sometimes classy, sometimes wild, always on fire, the music gives you away
Calm but always a bit naughty
Smoking a killer blunt from the plant
And sometimes classy, sometimes wild, always on fire, the music gives you away
Calm but always a bit naughty
Smoking a killer blunt from the plant (yeah)

Yeah, pretty c-r-a-z-y from all the r-u-m (pretty crazy)
Today I'm lethal, deadly, like the FN
Because of your b-o-d-y I go out on weekends
And also for that ass you have

Her behavior goes according to the place
Sometimes classy, but sometimes vulgar
Saturday at the club, Sunday at the mall
She says she wants a devil and doesn't want to get burned
You got me hot like thermal water

Baby girl, you're driving me crazy
Girl, let's go fishing
I'm not going to lose like Tito with Bernal
Villa in Palma del Mall
Looks like sugar but the shorty is salt

I don't know why she's so freaky (freaky, freaky)
Sipping whiskey, heading to the wicky wicky (to the wicky wicky)
Fearlessly marking territory with a hickey (hickey)
Paola's hand and Vicky's cousin
Carrying an ounce of cripy in her purse

Rafa Pabon on the mic
Brray
Joyce Santana
Wilson Rivera
Yondoe

Hey, you know, cool people with cool people
Las Ovejas Negra, baby
Your daddy
White Lion
Sheesh