TATAMI

Suma baby
Whiskey baby
If you're feeling frisky, tonight you're my shorty
That booty’s looking fine, definitely from Bogotá
Under the hoodie, what’s about to go down is a click-clack

If I’m being honest, it’s deadly
I’m your Duke and you’re my Cata
With you, I’m not holding back, I’m spending it all
The envy of all these rats
Yeah, yeah, nothing impresses me
The tacos are piling up
The Glocks are getting cocked here

And girl, I don’t know what you got
But it feels like you’re doing voodoo
Baby, tell me if you’re down for me
You know what I think about you
You know, you know what I think about you
Let’s disappear from here
Ki, ki, ki, ki, ki
Because for fighting, the tatamis are ready
They say I’m arrogant and I didn’t even show off
Ih, ih, ih