Everyone knows who she is, but no one knows her.
But my hand knows her
When she sticks to me, she misleads and without fear she changes her pose
She says she doesn’t repeat pose
This is for the cat that goes out to the disco after 12
That she doesn’t finish touching him
For all these sons of bitches who chatter, bumbunean in the pieces
For those that the track wants me to destroy
I feel like El Cangri if I hang out with Nicky
I have a baby rapper with the pretty totico
I took her out on the boat and we had dinner at Kiki’s
Mafia doll, not Hello Kitty
Tiqui-tiqui, oh, wiki-wiki
Big ass, tiny waist
He sucked me completely, sweet candy
If you eat quiet’, repeat
If they turn off the light I’ll eat that cu
The richest thing is you (The richest thing is you)
I get the juice out of that Bubbaloo gum
But if they turn off the light
This is for the chicokis of Manrique and 12, 12
For those who like friction
Flow Tego Calderón, so that the babes can frolic, cut up
I walk in the joseo like José
Ban-Ban-Bandida, holster, she likes it with the lines
In the Mercedes it’s hooded, it’s tinted so they don’t see
She comes down, she drools on me, she sings to me and she raps to me
What a son of a bitch, gonorrhea
This is for the cat that goes out to the disco after 12
That does not end with friction
For all these sons of bitches who chatter, bumbunean in the pieces
For those that the track wants me to destroy
This is for the cat that goes out to the disco after 12
That does not end with friction
For all these sons of bitches who chatter, bumbunean in the pieces
For those that the track wants me to destroy
Guayo-Guayo-Guayotea, capotea, you like to be seen
Since you were a girl, you were a reggaeton singer
You like guayar mahón and I give him without a belt
All the way down without a knee pad so you can feel the pressure
My flow is going to hit you like Tito Trinidad
And I’m going to give you like Chad, a nail-biting path
Ma, you’re not shy, you’re ready to jose
Just tell your cat to let me look
It must be, it must be, it must be more different wild
That when the note hits you, you raise your suit (Daddy)
This is for the cat that goes out to the disco after 12
That does not end with friction
For all these sons of bitches who chatter, bumbunean in the pieces
For those that the track wants me to destroy
This is for the cat that goes out to the disco after 12
That does not end with friction
For all these sons of bitches who chatter, bumbunean in the pieces
For those that the track wants me to destroy
This is for the chicokis of Manrique and 12, 12
For those who like friction
Flow Tego Calderón, so that the babes can frolic, cut up
For those who like friction, friction
After 12, 12
This is for the cat—the cat that goes out—after 12
After 12, rubbing
This is for the cat—the cat that comes out—after—
Jorgie Milliano
Oh my God, ØMG with the hit
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