Holy Shit
Carbon Fiber Music
Ankhal, Jhayco, salimo' en quince
Esta tipa no contesta
K.A. r beat
Droga' y alcohol, un cuarto y cero amor
Aderall pa' no dormirme y chingarte mejor
Te monté en el Can-Am pa' ponértela en sport
Y, baby, cuando miramo' el reloj ya eran las tres de la mañana
En el club y sigue' bitchy
Bajé pa' la city a cazarle un show, oh, oh
So dame un quickie
Vamo' a chingar y dejarno' hickey, yah
(Eh) Tuerson, ¿qué tú sabe' de eso?
Tiene pantalla en el belly y en los do' pezon'
Ponme bеllaco y sácame un par de peso
Lе gustan las droga', los maleante y to' eso
Tuerson, ¿qué tú sabe' de eso?
Tiene pantalla en el belly y en los do' pezon'
Le gustan las droga', los maleante y to' eso
Ponme bellaco y sácame un par de peso
Pedí la Bentley, me costó tresciento' mil
Twerkea pa'cá, ya tiré mil y van cinco mil
Esa' nalga' me aparecen en Instagram en to' lo' Reels
Tú ere' Anitta y yo en tu equipo con la jersey de Brasil
Tú quiere' que te compre Fendi, Balenciaga
'Tá to Gucci, la Prada comprada
Diablo, se está ahogando, esa lady está gaga
Botando teni' y ustede' guardan las caja'
Se quiere quemar, no cuentes comigo, ponte contar
Tú quieres Dior
Tengo guardaespaldas en el cuarto, una prepa', en inglés una escort
Tengo par de de hookah, tussi con putas y licor
Y el banco como Lindor
Y en Instagram se ve bien mami, e' má' linda en person
Ella e' la presión la veo si canta mi peso
La veo y holy shit me huele a sexo
La veo y me la chich si quiere eso
Este cabrón me llamó preguntando por su mujer, qué estúpido
Que vio el tatuaje de anti-Judas
En una foto que ella subió
Dijo que si tengo cojones que le envíe el location del estudio
El atrevido llegó con tres pendejos má' y se murieron to' en público
Se murieron to' en público
Yo me la sigo chingando y tú te moriste por estúpido
Yah, uh
Tu error fue creerte el único
Y a esa baby ya le han da'o hasta lo último
Yo me metí una picky porque la baby no fantasmea
Dime donde es el meetin' que yo le llego donde sea
En ese totito hay liquid, la miro y gotea
En el bicho me puse un grip, porque ese culo tuyo patea, ah-ah
Son las tres de la mañana
En el club y sigue' bitchy
Bajé pa' la city a cazarle un show, oh, oh
So dame un quickie
Y vamo' a chingar y dejarno' hickey, yah, eh
Tuerson, ¿qué tú sabe' de eso?
Tiene pantalla en el belly y en los do' pezon'
Ponme bellaco y sácame un par de peso
Le gustan las droga', los maleante y to' eso
Tuerson, ¿qué tú sabe' de eso?
Tiene pantalla en el belly y en los do' pezon'
Le gustan las droga', los maleante y to' eso
Ponme bellaco y sácame un par de peso
Holy Shit
Carbon Fiber Music
Ankhal, Jhayco, we left in fifteen
This girl doesn't answer
K.A. r beat
Drugs and alcohol, a room and zero love
Aderall to not fall asleep and fuck you better
I took you on the Can-Am to ride you in sport mode
And, baby, when we looked at the clock it was already three in the morning
In the club and you're still bitchy
I went down to the city to catch a show, oh, oh
So give me a quickie
Let's fuck and leave hickeys, yeah
(Hey) Tuerson, what do you know about that?
She has a screen on her belly and on both nipples
Make me horny and get me a couple of bucks
She likes drugs, thugs, and all that
Tuerson, what do you know about that?
She has a screen on her belly and on both nipples
She likes drugs, thugs, and all that
Make me horny and get me a couple of bucks
I ordered the Bentley, it cost me three hundred grand
Twerk over here, I've already thrown a thousand and it's five thousand
Those ass cheeks appear on Instagram in all the Reels
You're Anitta and I'm on your team with the Brazil jersey
You want me to buy you Fendi, Balenciaga
Everything's Gucci, Prada bought
Damn, she's drowning, that lady is crazy
Throwing sneakers and you guys keep the boxes
She wants to burn, don't count on me, start counting
You want Dior
I have bodyguards in the room, a prepa', an escort in English
I have a couple of hookahs, tussi with whores and liquor
And the bank like Lindor
And on Instagram she looks good mommy, she's prettier in person
She's the pressure, I see her if she sings my weight
I see her and holy shit, it smells like sex
I see her and I'll fuck her if she wants that
This bastard called me asking about his woman, how stupid
He saw the anti-Judas tattoo
In a photo she posted
He said if I have balls to send him the studio's location
The daring one arrived with three more idiots and they all died in public
They all died in public
I keep fucking her and you died for being stupid
Yeah, uh
Your mistake was believing you were the only one
And that baby has already been given everything
I got a picky because the baby doesn't fantasize
Tell me where the meeting is and I'll get there wherever
In that pussy there's liquid, I look at it and it drips
I put a grip on my dick, because that ass of yours kicks, ah-ah
It's three in the morning
In the club and you're still bitchy
I went down to the city to catch a show, oh, oh
So give me a quickie
And let's fuck and leave hickeys, yeah, hey
Tuerson, what do you know about that?
She has a screen on her belly and on both nipples
Make me horny and get me a couple of bucks
She likes drugs, thugs, and all that
Tuerson, what do you know about that?
She has a screen on her belly and on both nipples
She likes drugs, thugs, and all that
Make me horny and get me a couple of bucks