[Verse 1: Bad Bunny]
4 A.M. and Andrea is leaving La Perla
They criticize her a lot without knowing her
Street like a Civic, smart like a Tesla
Dreaming of somebody that can comprehend her
And that doesn’t want to change her, just love her, ayy, just love her
From the IUPI to the Inter, from the Inter to Sagrado
Choosing bad lovers before the right one arrives
She wants to stay in PR and not go to a different state
But everything has become complicated
As if bеing a woman was a sin
The devil has woken up, ayy
A warrior, with a bow, tеmperamental yet never mean
When she’s good, a kiss and a hug
And when she’s bad, hitting with a bottle without dropping the glass
She liked basket, reading, you, and making friends
But there are only pieces left of that girl
She’s gotten in trouble a couple of times
For not taking jokes of any clown, ayy
Look at how she walks
She’s just missing a runway
Tired of waiting for tips and of what her family says
To top it off, the government now calls her a killer
A country diva
Boy, stay in your own corner, ayy
And don’t ask for roses if you can’t handle thorns
[Chorus: Buscabulla]
I don’t want anybody to tell me what I have to do
I won’t talk to him, with me you’ll learn not to fuck around
They may say whatever they want
I go up and down like a tidal wave
They try to ride it and stumble
I want somebody to dare, to dare
To understand me
[Verse 2: Bad Bunny & Buscabulla, Both]
A crazy woman that doesn’t want a crazy man
She wants red wine and sushi from Yoko
Beach days, coconut ice cream
She deserves so much and gets so little
She prays for a doctor, an engineer
And only dates gangsters and rappers
My cousin says she’s a whore
And what nobody knows is that her heart is missing a rehydration serum (Eh-ah)
She fucks well, it is said
And even if she’s seen going out all week, she doesn’t look happy, no
What’s bad is always known and what’s good is never told
Prostituting herself to pay rent, crying more than what’s worth
There is no woman without wounds nor a man who does not lie
Ayy, she doesn’t want a flower, just to not wither
To not get beeped at when she goes out to buy bread
To not be asked what she did yesterday
And to be invited to have a nice future
To be given respect and for it to never be taken away
To be given respect and for it to never be take—
To be given respect and for it to never be taken away
No, for it to never be taken away
Because she’s the head chief, a boss
And even if she’s near crumbling down on the inside
She gets ready and looks fire
She gets ready and looks fire
Life goes like Verstappen in Formula 1
And Buddy Baker in Daytona, ayy
Andrea tweets “May people go suck a dick”
[Chorus: Buscabulla]
I don’t want anybody to tell me what I have to do
I won’t talk to him, with me you’ll learn not to fuck around
They may say whatever they want
I go up and down like a tidal wave
They try to ride it and stumble
I want somebody to dare, to dare
To understand me
[Outro: Buscabulla]
I find my baby funny, funny
I keep chasing my dream and looking for money
There’s no money, there’s no money
‘Cause I’m still looking for that honey, that honey
Let’s dance, let’s dance
They may say whatever they want