Najwa - Lento Lyrics
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Lento
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What Are The Lyrics For Lento By Najwa?
Some is love
(Lento) Mami, work your back I like slow dancing with strangers Work, you back Work-work-work your back (Lento) Your back Agárrame del pelo, traspasemos la barrera (yes) Que lo que me dás, no lo tenga que pedir Que gozar es parecido a sufrir Dame sin herir, dame sin herir (dame) Abro la boca, tú cierra el pico Ya no hay nada que decir, nada que decir Tú y yo sabemos que vamos a morir, vamos a morir Hoy te toca morir lento (hoy) Hoy te toca morir lento (hoy) Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir (lento) Some is love (Lento) Mami, work your back I like slow dancing with strangers Work, you back Work-work-work your back (Lento) Your back (Lento) No sabía que tenía tanta hambre No sabía que tenía tanta sed Mientras entras cada vez más dentro Busco el quinto elemento Yo me resisto, te ví, te veo Sabiendo que después de hacerlo (dios) Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir (Lento) Some is love (Lento) Mami, work your back I like slow dancing with strangers Work, you back Work-work-work your back (Lento) Your back (Lento) Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir lento Hoy te toca morir (Lento) Some is love (Lento) Mami work, you back I like slow dancing with strangers Work, you back Work-work-work your back (Lento) Your back (Lento) |
Who Wrote Lento By Najwa?
Nawja Nimri, Pablo Diaz-reixa
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What's The Duration Of The Lento By Najwa?The duration of Lento is 2:41 minutes and seconds. |
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