REBECCA Lyrics (English Translation) – Ryan Castro

Read the full REBECCA (English Translation) lyrics by Ryan Castro along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Ryan Castro like Pa q vuelva and DÓNDE.

[Intro: Deevani]
Wearing my youthful outfit
Yaga, my attitude
Wearing my youthful outfit
Awo, awo, we are many here, oh
Jodi and Rebecca
My color has changed
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey
Turn up the volume
Jo, Jo
It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up

The Music From The Company

[Chorus]
Jodi and Rebecca (Woah), lots of fire in the club
We’re Super Saiyan, Vegeta
Real bad man, no fake
I throw it to the corner, David Beckham
The engines of the Banshee and the YZ are roaring
Light the “lleca” and smoke a joint
We’re the bandits with the mafia and the doll
She’s got a booty and breasts, the complete package
I bring the spice, Mexican style, for real

[Verse: Deevani]
She shakes it well, so I get spicy like Baki
She gets low when she hears the Ducati
Everything you ask for is free if you’re with daddy, wow
I’ve been stalking you for so long, Yaga and Mackie (It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up)
Normal
If what she wants is to dance, to party, to smoke
Put on reggaeton, put on dancehall (Pu-pu-pum)
Tonight there’s grinding, forced to sin
Even if they look at me ugly, everyone respects me (Wow)
Lots of dancing, AP watch on the wrist
We bathe in champagne, never dry

[Chorus]
Jodi and Rebecca, lots of fire in the club
We’re Super Saiyan, Vegeta
Real bad man, no fake
I throw it to the corner, David Beckham
The engines of the Banshee and the YZ are roaring
Light the “lleca” and smoke a joint
We’re the bandits with the mafia and the doll
She’s got a booty and breasts, the complete package
I bring the spice, Mexican style, for real

[Outro: Deevani]
(My color has changed)
Yeah
We are many here
(Hey hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey)
We’re all together
(It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up)
Awo, The Singer of the Ghetto, I know
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