[Intro]
I got tired, I don’t want to be your lover
I tell you from my part, I cannot stand it anymore
I can not stand to see the other one as he says he owns you
It kills my pride
He does not even know how to speak to you
[Pre-Chorus]
I made this one for him
When he hears it I want to be there to see
When he finds out and know that I am your owner
Maybe it sounds a little wrong, I know and it doesn’t look good on me
Everything is for you
[Chorus]
Mami, I feel that I am yours
I know you feel that you are mine
Tell your little boyfriend
That with him you feel cold
Baby, I feel that I am yours
I know you feel that you are mine
Tell your little boyfriend
That he is trash
[Post-Chorus]
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter
[Verse 1]
Only one thing I'll ask you
If you're cold, who gives you warmth?
I'm the master of your fantasies
Nobody does it like me
If you dress pretty, he don't say nothin' to you
And me, I like you even without makeup
You always tell me that he treats you badly
And that's got to stop
[Bridge]
Tell me what you're going to do
Mommy, I'm worried
If you want to suffer with him, that's for you to decide
That you'll be happy with him? I won't answer you
I know you'll call me when I miss your skin (Your skin)
[Chorus]
Ma-Mami, I feel that I am yours
I know you feel that you are mine
Tell your little boyfriend
That with him you feel cold
Baby, I feel that I am yours (Oh)
I know you feel that you are mine (Ah)
Tell your little boyfriend
That he is trash
[Pre-Chorus]
I made this one for him
When he hears it I want to be there to see
When he finds out and know that I am your owner
Maybe it sounds a little wrong, I know and it doesn’t look good on me
Everything is for you
[Chorus]
Mami, I feel that I am yours
I know you feel that you are mine
Tell your little boyfriend
That with him you feel cold
Baby, I feel that I am yours
I know you feel that you are mine
Tell your little boyfriend
That he is trash
[Post-Chorus]
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter, hotter, hotter
I make you hotter
[Outro]
Mami, I feel that I am yours
I know you feel that you are mine (Oh-oh)
Tell your little boyfriend
That he's a piece of shit
N-I-C-K (Oh)
Nicky, Nicky, Nicky Jam (Oh)
Saga WhiteBlack (Oh-oh)
La Industria, Inc
I don't wanna be your lover no more