SORRY PAPI (feat. ABRA)

Ey, ey

The earth trembles when you move
If it's up to me, I'll give you from Friday to Thursday, eh
There's no one to replace her
If it's not a 10, it's a 9.9

The girl is top, catches all the drops
Small and dangerous like a Glock
She hardly posts stories, much less TikTok
I'm a fan of her, I'm watching everything

All her movements
Seeing that ass is an event
Come, mess with my feelings
And I'll buy you an apartment

Get in the Ferrari with me, I have a spare seat
You're going to be mine, I sense it
Even though you have to have two hundred behind you
I'm going to throw you fifteen hundred
Tell me, bae

Sorry, daddy
I'm not your mommy
I do what I want
And I also have mine in my wallet

Sorry, daddy
I'm not your mommy
I do what I want
And I also have mine in my wallet

Nah, how could it be?
Tell me what I have to do
It's about to dawn
I'll give you even the password to my phone
I want to eat you up like Cell

What's your name?
Can we get to know each other?
I swear it will be a pleasure
Those little eyes, they were made with a brush
Another like you won't be born again

That ass is an exhibition of art
If you want, I'll pay for a subscription
Goddess, that's your definition
I want you with everything and the blessing

Unique, she has no twin
You deserve to walk on the catwalk
She smokes and her eyes turn like spinel
I want to score a goal with you and have the vuvuzelas sound

Some think she's from Venezuela
But she's from PR, that's where the fire is
Mami, you're my saint, I light a candle for you
Waiting for you to love me

So-So-Sorry, daddy
I'm not your mommy
I do what I want
And I also have mine in my wallet

Sorry, daddy
I'm not your mommy
I do what I want
And I also have mine in my wallet

(I'm not your mommy)
(I do what I want)
(And I also have mine in my wallet)
What the hell?