DEPORTIVO (part. Blessd)

SPORTS CAR (feat. Blessd)

Real till death, baby
Uh, uh
You know what’s up, my love?
This one’s for you, listen up

Baby, I wanna see you tonight
When you’re alone, just call me (uh)
I’ll pick you up in the sports car with cash, got plenty of that
I’m taking you with me, mmm-mmm, to a private suite
Tonight’s all about punishment, I’m gonna make you mine
I’m gonna do it all, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Baby (oh, oh), I wanna see you tonight (oh-oh-oh)
When you’re alone, just call me (oh my God, my love)
I’ll pick you up in the sports car with cash and satisfy you

I don’t know if I’m going to hell, I’ll pick you up in the Lamborghini Diablo (devil)
I’ll touch you and whisper in your ear
You’re my Georgina and I’m your Ronaldo
I feel like a yankee giving you the drill
On Saturdays, she goes out with her friends
They lean on each other and get over all the depressing nights
They dress up and do their makeup (uh, uh)
They kill the heartbreak by drinking tequila
Drunk in the morning, she always hits me up
And says: Daddy, what’s up? (Oh, daddy), wants me to come over
I say: Come on, baby, but don’t get attached
I sent a laughing emoji and she sends me the drooling emoji (uh)

Sirili-Uoh, eh-eh
With my tongue, I got it out, eh-eh (uh)
You got something I don’t know, eh-eh (baby)
I don’t wanna think I’m falling for you, eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
And I, oh-oh
I go out all geared up with the Glock, oh-oh
Without wanting to, you got wrapped up with me, oh-oh
I’m your bandit like do-on-on, o-o-on

Baby, I wanna see you tonight
When you’re alone, just call me
I’ll pick you up in the sports car with cash, got plenty of that
I’m taking you with me, ah-ah, to a private suite
Tonight’s all about punishment, I’m gonna make you mine
I’m gonna do it all, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh (hey)
Baby, (oh-oh), I wanna see you tonight (oh-oh-oh)
When you’re alone, just call me (oh-oh-oh)
I’ll pick you up in the sports car with cash

I really wanna talk to you (eh)
Look at the fleeting moments where we could go (what’s up)
I fell for her, my love, even though you’re pretty high-maintenance (look, that’s cool)
You’re something else and the others are just a drag, baby (baby)
I can take you for a ride in the G-Wagon and on the jet to Mars (you down?)
I’ll give you some for your hair and some for your nails (come on, then)
It’s just that no one else can handle my rhythm, I know (none)
Oh, my love, it’s just that your little butt got me hooked
After that routine you posted on Instagram
I slid into your DMs, left one, ah-ah (haha)
And if you’re feeling lonely, I’m also solo and wanna give you some punishment
I’m not cheap, I’ll give you cash (haha)
I got the charm to win you over and also the street, baby

Real till death, baby
Real till death, you heard me, asshole?
Real till death, baby
The aa
You know what’s up, my love, the aa, haha
Ovy On The Drums
The blessed one
Tell me, jara, from the Antioquia neighborhood
Trafficking kilos of music from PR to Colombia
You heard me, baby?