Booty Call
Booty Call, ¿Qué tal? ¿Cómo estás?
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Don’t wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
No quiero
No quiero ser su booty
Ella juega conmigo como Call of Duty
Después se va y yo quedo insatisfecho
Que somos amigos pero con derecho
Ella me considera feminista
No hay manera que yo la resista
Me dice en la cama que soy el mejor
Hasta que sale el sol
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
No quiero ser su booty call
Pero me tiene bajo su control
Booty call call, booty call
Booty call call, booty call
Don’t wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
Cuando la noche termina
Y el sol ilumina la habitación
Entra el olor a mañana
Por la ventana, por el balcón
Primero dice que llegó el final
Después me llama portándose mal
No quiero ser su booty call
Pero me tiene bajo su control
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Don’t wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
Cuando la noche termina
Y el sol ilumina la habitación
Entra el olor a mañana
Por la ventana, por el balcón
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
No quiero ser su booty call
Pero me tiene bajo su control
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Don't wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty Call
Booty Call, How are you?
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Don’t wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
I don't want
I don't want to be your booty
She plays with me like Call of Duty
Then she leaves and I'm left unsatisfied
We are friends with benefits
She considers me a feminist
There's no way I can resist her
She tells me in bed that I'm the best
Until the sun rises
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
I don't want to be your booty call
But you got me under your control
Booty call call, booty call
Booty call call, booty call
Don’t wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
When the night ends
And the sun lights up the room
The smell of morning enters
Through the window, through the balcony
First she says it's the end
Then she calls me misbehaving
I don't want to be your booty call
But you got me under your control
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Don’t wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
When the night ends
And the sun lights up the room
The smell of morning enters
Through the window, through the balcony
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
I don't want to be your booty call
But you got me under control
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Don't wanna be your booty call
But you got me under control
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call
Booty call, call, booty call