TELEFONO NUEVO (part. Luar La L)

I look happy, but only in old photos
God hears me and says: Wow, how this dude complains
So many achievements that sometimes go uncelebrated
If I smoke, I get paranoid, my mind never clears, ha

My body’s free and my heart’s behind bars
People see a goat and I’m just another sheep
Just another sheep, hey

So don’t bother me if I’m not bothering you
I don’t answer calls or texts
Fame, ha, I hate it
I swear, I didn’t want this

So don’t bother me if I’m not bothering you
I don’t answer calls or texts
Only God when I lay down
And He told me nobody’s perfect, ha

But maybe (maybe), that’s how it was (was)
Bad Bunny’s on another level, the dude’s gone
I’m changing my number, we’ll talk later

(The number you have dialed has been changed)
What?
(The new number) three Letters
Hello (the new number)
Hey, who’s the one texting me? (Who’s that?)
Come on, tell him to write my number down (write it down, write it down)
This 787, I don’t give a damn what you have to say, dude
I’m the best (what?)

Like Kobe at Madison Square Garden
I drop 61, amen, may God protect you
You messed up, what happened? Now it burns?
I was gonna sign for five, but you took too long
Now I want twenty, hell, make it thirty
This looks like a point, the sales don’t stop
This flow’s worth a kilo of Fenta
If I pass by fast and you’re stuck in slow

I roll with Custom, Benito, with Patience
Don’t test me, dude, I have no patience
I’ll give you a shot, it doesn’t bother my conscience
The new one that’s trending worldwide

The Bunny is Messi, I’m Mbappé
We’re crowned, we’re on the escape route
(Hey, L, what do we do with all these dudes?)
Ha, Bad Bu told me to take them out
And I checkmated them

(Ha, ha, these people can’t handle that pressure)
(Let’s get ready for the ladies, it goes like this, Three Letters)

I spit in your mouth and pull your hair
I bury this thing and take you to heaven
She’s magazine material, has model vibes
Pour the Moët, she doesn’t drink Modelo

In the private jet, The Lord of the Skies
Dropping it, shh, snow falls from the sky
I’m a freak, I’m not Pablo Coelho
Always putting it down, she’s a bitch, she’s in heat

Bring your friends down, we’re the stormtroopers
Big booty, doesn’t fit in the Mini Cooper, ha
You know my movie’s without bloopers
We run the cat, like we did to— (what?)

I dress fly, I’m an artist and stylist
For marriage, I’d rather have a Riley
I like stars, the Hollywood type
Yo, Bad Bu, give Kylie the new Cube number, what?

How much do you want? I’ll give it to you
I’ll cover you, I have the hundreds
Come on, use me, it’s in your favor
She gets off after she comes

Send me videos when I’m not around
Playing with the toy, screaming for it to come
Come on, babe, I’ll do whatever you order
Let me know when you pick up the kid

How much do you want? I’ll give it to you
I’ll cover you, I have the hundreds
Come on, use me, it’s in your favor
She gets off after she comes

Send me videos when I’m not around
Playing with the toy, screaming for it to come
A little devil, wants me to burn
She’s crazy for me to give her a kid

Put the track back on, again
From the beginning, one more time
Come on, come on, come on
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, ha, yeah, yeah, hey

They see me and walk back
Michael Jackson, we planted the Thriller
Dude, I’m hot, pu, since I dropped Diles
Manny Ramírez
I hit it out of the park and then catch all in the fields
I put my thing in your girl’s mouth, ha, to test the fillers
If she gives me a good one, I’ll pay the bills
If she gives me head, I’ll take her to the dealer
Hey, I’ll take her to the dealer

Babe, don’t get too attached, I’m not Jay Wheeler
I throw it in your face like concealer, ha
Then I change my number and they can’t find me

Yes, I know, men are trash
In the strip club, I make it rain cash
Every Friday’s my birthday bash, ha
Girl, get your feet off the dash
I already unzipped to show you, ash
I’ll put it right here in the parking lot of Catch, ha, hey

Look at my feet, don’t you have these?
Now I’m a model, the perfect look, hey
2024, who the hell uses Psycho Bunny?
This isn’t The Simpsons, dude, you’re not Fat Tony, clown

You’re all puppets in quotes
You have yachts to show off on the shore, ha
And I’m in Tortola and the Antilles
Hey, the Bugatti has more flight hours than miles
Everyone knows it’s me without reading the plate

Fame is my wife, the street is my side chick
Be careful, Ja Morant, don’t mess up your knee, hey, ha
Since I was little, my mom told me to stop hanging out
Forgive me, mom, but I’m with Luar La L
And a couple of bitches in the hotels, in the club throwing cash, ha
Coke for those who sniff, a slap for anyone who sneaks in, hey
Rub it, dude, I know it hurts
You can’t drop a hit even with Lele’s notebook, no, hey

Hey, father, they’re scared, buy the Pampers
Today I want a Taína who’s down for a gangster
Babe, shake that ass, hey, until I pass out
And I’ll pay for your nails, the laser, and the implants