VERLA (part. Baby Rasta y Gringo)

Nice to meet you, how's it going
It's been a long time, I wanted to see you
My room wants to get to know you
Damn, girl, you drive me wild

Just one night, that's all
She tells me it’s not about the quantity
But about the quality

Seeing her
I want her in my bed, naked
To have her
And for you to tell me when we kiss

So good, babe, gangster
It was so good to hook up
My lady, you’re a work of art
You shine brighter than my diamonds

I don’t know anything, I don’t know anything
You kill me with your little eyes and your gaze
Get ready, hot stuff, be prepared
I’ll pick you up in the Bentley, let’s hit Prada

We’re locked in, in the square Mercedes
Baby, chill, everything’s set
Tell me if you want me, and if not, see ya
You know I love your caramel lips

And that the brunette’s always in Gucci
I got a couple of girls sliding into my DMs
But I’ll be the good in your bad
Come on, let those fools keep trying

Seeing her (okay)
I want her in my bed, naked
To have her
And for you to tell me when we kiss

So good, babe, gangster
It was so good to hook up
My lady, you’re a work of art
You shine brighter than my diamonds (tell me, Gringo)

I got a new thing on my bucket list
And it’s you on a beach in Malibu
No Brasil and Moscow Mule
Kissing you all over

Baby, excuse me, I’m sorry
But that ass looks so good on you, so hot
Looks like Moon and honey
It’s not that I’m bad, babe, it’s just that I’m Bori

Baby, excuse me, I’m sorry
But that ass looks so good on you, so hot
Looks like Moon and honey
It’s not that I’m bad, babe, it’s just that I’m Bori

Babe, I can’t forget that sick love
Leaving the pillow at Chanel (okay)
Tell me how to repeat that 22 on your skin
I don’t know if it was her GG4, it’s a mystery I want to solve, to

Seeing her (okay)
I want her in my bed, naked
To have her (uh-huh)
And for you to tell me when we kiss (muack)

So good, babe, gangster
It was so good to hook up
My lady, you’re a work of art
You shine brighter than my diamonds

Mateo on the beats, okay
You know we’re not playing
Baby Rasta and Gringo
With Jere

From Chile to PR
Tell me, Furia
Tell them we’re the ones controlling the scene
The internet, the street, and the trend

The 6.5
And you know it
With the wolves