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Daddy Yankee - Pata Boom En Ingles Lyrics

Pata-Boom

Yo! Yo!
I want your opening
An uncensored mom adventure
You are the cure for my infection
And you're hard, pure molasses
I want to give torture

But if you want quiet person
Active you if I active
Your aggressive and I aggressive, double the punishment
(So all the shorty, DY and Jory! Oh!)

Pata Boom!
That fear we'll leave
After releasing it to warm
It motivates me your body and
U make me critical as an explosion (x2)
Pata Boom!

Teach like sticking the (Pata Boom!)
Teach like sticking the (Pata Boom!)
Teach like sticking the (Pata Boom!)
Teach Daddy! Let's Go!

Metele more seasoning-zon, is killing the son-are
This is for 'all the cats that have heart-zon
Pa 'the babies that glow, sweating Johnson and Johnson
Jory and Daddy buzzing with mother fuc*** 'Thompson
Auh! We started the game physical
Let's see who ends up in critical condition
Your punishment would be great
Will be a true fact and that I'm not psychic
That pajo! Tamo 'boom Pata, pata down
Massacre by the bass boom boom
Do Re Mi follow him, the note until the sun rises
Clock and alcohol, Suenalo!

Pata Boom!
That fear we'll leave
After releasing it to warm
It motivates me your body and
U make me critical as an explosion (x2)
Pata Boom!

(Da-ddy Yank-kee!)
Now the pace Castigala
Pa 'dale mami shake them up front strip
You already know me so here the pace Castigala
Practice so you know, let 'apply it, the pace Castigala
Go go, I present, check to 'what is
Came the bad guys pa 'to give you what you want
Street pure poison, "so that a trip departures
We can only detail, there is terrorism on the track and boom!
Pata boom, your body-ne zoom zoom
Zumba dynamite that body tun tun
In the line, do not expect to stop that so is the goal
Pa 'the world and is a comet (and why!)

Pata Boom!
That fear we'll leave
After releasing it to warm
It motivates me your body and
U make me critical as an explosion (x2)
Pata Boom!

Oops! Pa 'toa' the shorty Uh! Uh!
DY and Jory! Uh! Uh! Are apretao '
Drums are looking from the outside
And we commanding in pitch
Musicologist, Prestige!, Menes
League killing papo, Pata Boom!
Hey papi You know we did not play
Millions Records, DY Prestige hehe
Those of Nassa, tu-tu tu-knocking the house