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These lyrics celebrate a party lifestyle filled with excess, partying, and indulgence. The speaker expresses enjoyment of being single and carefree, moving from party to party, and enjoying the company of others without commitment.
Performed By: Fuerza Regida
From Album: Pero No Te Enamores
Genre(s): Latin
Language: Spanish
Length: 2:31
Written by: Angel Tumbado, Daniel Gutierrez, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Jesus Ortiz Paz, Jonathan Caro, Oswaldo Nr
Released: August 5th, 2024
Year: 2024




Fuerza Regida - KYLIE Lyrics
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Andar soltero, me mama el exceso
Pa' cualquier pedo, la clave del viejo
Ya no hay pretexto, ya toqué su cuerpo
Anestesiado, pégame otro beso

Mami, si no contestas, yo me jalo para el party
Moviendo aquel peri de Colombia a Miami
Que se repita otra vez, tráiganme a la Kylie
Y en la bocina la FR truena

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)

Otra noche, otro concierto
Las luces las veo todo lento
Drogado me siento contento
Wachando el ambiente, no hay sueño

Mamita, ya no te hagas
La que no quiere verme
Que ahorita tengo ganas
De' darte pa' que lleves
Tú tirada en mi cama
Mientras yo lo enrolaba
Niña buena de casa
Fumando marihuana
Si la cargo fajada
Nomás es pa' calarla
No te agüites, no hay fallas
Si amanezco con varias

Andar soltero, me mama el exceso
Pa' cualquier pedo la clave del viejo
Ya no hay pretexto, ya toqué su cuerpo
Anestesiado, pégame otro beso

Mami, si no contestas, yo me jalo para el party
Moviendo aquel peri de Colombia a Miami
Que se repita otra vez, tráiganme a la Kylie
Y en la bocina la FR truena

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)

Fuerza Regida
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Fuerza Regida
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Being single, I love excess
For any trouble, the old man's key
There's no excuse anymore, I already touched her body
Numb, give me another kiss

Baby, if you don't answer, I'll go to the party
Moving that body from Colombia to Miami
Let it happen again, bring me Kylie
And in the speaker, the FR blasts

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)

Another night, another concert
I see the lights all slow
High, I feel happy
Watching the vibe, no sleep

Baby, don't pretend
That you don't want to see me
Because right now I feel like
Giving you what you want
You lying in my bed
While I rolled it up
Good girl from home
Smoking marijuana
If I carry it tucked
It's just to test it
Don't worry, no problems
If I wake up with several

Being single, I love excess
For any trouble, the old man's key
There's no excuse anymore, I already touched her body
Numb, give me another kiss

Baby, if you don't answer, I'll go to the party
Moving that body from Colombia to Miami
Let it happen again, bring me Kylie
And in the speaker, the FR blasts

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)

Fuerza Regida
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Fuerza Regida
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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Spanish

Andar soltero, me mama el exceso
Pa' cualquier pedo, la clave del viejo
Ya no hay pretexto, ya toqué su cuerpo
Anestesiado, pégame otro beso

Mami, si no contestas, yo me jalo para el party
Moviendo aquel peri de Colombia a Miami
Que se repita otra vez, tráiganme a la Kylie
Y en la bocina la FR truena

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)

Otra noche, otro concierto
Las luces las veo todo lento
Drogado me siento contento
Wachando el ambiente, no hay sueño

Mamita, ya no te hagas
La que no quiere verme
Que ahorita tengo ganas
De' darte pa' que lleves
Tú tirada en mi cama
Mientras yo lo enrolaba
Niña buena de casa
Fumando marihuana
Si la cargo fajada
Nomás es pa' calarla
No te agüites, no hay fallas
Si amanezco con varias

Andar soltero, me mama el exceso
Pa' cualquier pedo la clave del viejo
Ya no hay pretexto, ya toqué su cuerpo
Anestesiado, pégame otro beso

Mami, si no contestas, yo me jalo para el party
Moviendo aquel peri de Colombia a Miami
Que se repita otra vez, tráiganme a la Kylie
Y en la bocina la FR truena

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)

Fuerza Regida
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
Fuerza Regida
Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
English

Being single, I love excess
For any trouble, the old man's key
There's no excuse anymore, I already touched her body
Numb, give me another kiss

Baby, if you don't answer, I'll go to the party
Moving that body from Colombia to Miami
Let it happen again, bring me Kylie
And in the speaker, the FR blasts

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)
(Baby, don't stop)

Another night, another concert
I see the lights all slow
High, I feel happy
Watching the vibe, no sleep

Baby, don't pretend
That you don't want to see me
Because right now I feel like
Giving you what you want
You lying in my bed
While I rolled it up
Good girl from home
Smoking marijuana
If I carry it tucked
It's just to test it
Don't worry, no problems
If I wake up with several

Being single, I love excess
For any trouble, the old man's key
There's no excuse anymore, I already touched her body
Numb, give me another kiss

Baby, if you don't answer, I'll go to the party
Moving that body from Colombia to Miami
Let it happen again, bring me Kylie
And in the speaker, the FR blasts

(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)
(What, what, what, what)

Fuerza Regida
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Fuerza Regida
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Angel Tumbado, Daniel Gutierrez, Diamante Anthony Blackmon, Jesus Ortiz Paz, Jonathan Caro, Oswaldo Nr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC



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