Pa Que Me Cu (part. Brray)

(Flavor)

The vibe is good
Today, there is a desire for the street
My gang is active
For a party like in the days of Playero

And I'm going solo
With a Machiavellian flow
I have the psychedelics in my wallet
This party is not generic, baby; you should call a doctor

So I can cu-, so I can be cured 
So he can put a dosage on the wall
Come, so I can be cu-, so I can be cured
Examine me right where the sun doesn't shine

So I can cu-, so I can be cured 
So he can put a dosage on the wall
Come, so I can be cu-, so I can be cured (mommy)
Examine me right where the sun doesn't shine (sheesh)

Calm down, be quiet 
I didn't come alone, I always have the recipe
Changing the game and the topics for the better
Burning the herb, with swagger, in the Corvette, really (yes)

In a year, millions
The baby shines like a spinner on the wrist
The won the harvest, the Kush is drying
My body asks for the streets today, doll, damn it (prru)

There's a certain something about her, a certain something, but I love it
I put it in and she happily wakes me up
We hit it like mad with Fanta, so holy
And who sees her when she takes it in her throat?

In search of her cash
She learned that cheap things are expensive
Long live the bitches, especially the flirtatious ones
Sometimes she has a kitten and sometimes she has a cat

Come and cure the desire I have to give it all the way down
Daddy, get to work
'Cause if you want, I'll lower it for you 
With my booty

Cure me of the desire I have to go all the way down
Mommy, get to work 
Because I never get it down
No, no, no, no, no, no

So I can cu-, so I can be cured 
So he can put a dosage on the wall
Come, so I can be cu-, so I can be cured
Examine me right where the sun doesn't shine

So I can cu-, so I can be cured 
So he can put a dosage on the wall
Come, so I can be cu-, so I can be cured
Examine me right where the sun doesn't shine

Always with girlfriends that are trending
In a little blouse, pants, and Fendi tennis shoes
I picked up a bad one in the middle of El Poblado out of envy
Perfumed, burning marijuana in the Bentley

En route and two cops behind us
Hey, turn that off, the truck is full
I mixed tequila and marijuana with lemonade
The music is very loud and I'm driving tipsy

Brray, tell me how that party is going
Are they playing Tego Calderón, and also Daddy Yankee?
I was stuck with a layover in Abu Dhabi
Tell them to hold on because Fari will be arriving soon

Cure me of the desire I have to go down all the way
Mommy, get to work 
Because I never get it down
But I'll even travel for you

So cure my desires that I have, to give it all the way down
Daddy, get to work
'Cause if you want, I'll lower it for you 
With my booty (booty)

Brray
The real ones, you already know, baby
Farina
(Sheesh)

The Black Sheep