Why She Gotta Be Like That (feat. Gusi)

Got a party at eight, it's 7:53 Keys in my hands, somewhere to be And she comes strollin' down the stairs She got that up-to-somethin' look on her face Looks like we gon' be fashionably late But she don't seem to care, so I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me She leans her back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's her fault Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans Hair down and a white tank top Tell me why she gotta be so mean Lookin' so good, I can't stop My hands from touchin' her body You know I love it, but I got to ask Tell me why, tell me why Tell me why she gotta be like that Mm, ah Su mirada es algo irresistible Y sus labios son inconfundibles Nunca pude olvidarlo lo que siento Ya lo sabes, soy muy predecible Siempre me he sentido así Desde que la conocí Me tiene loca la cabeza Y tienen la culpa, por Dios, por tanta belleza Cuando la vi pasar, me enloquecí Con su boquita de caramelo Ella sabe que me tiene así Y si me mira, yo toco el cielo No tiene quien la iguale Lo que yo siento, quiero que no pare Dime ya, dime ya Dime why she gotta be like that I set down my whiskey, let her kiss me She leans her back against the wall When we walk in and it's past ten I'ma tell 'em it's her fault Tell me why she gotta wear them jeans Con su boquita de caramelo Tell me why she gotta be so mean (why she gotta be so mean) Y si me mira, yo toco el cielo (I can't stop) My hands from touchin' her body Lo que yo siento, quiero que no pare Tell me why, tell me why Tell me why she gotta be like that Whoa, why she gotta be like that Whoa, why she gotta be like that Tell me why, tell me why Dime, dime, dime tu por qué Tell me why, tell me why