Problema (part. Dei V)

Underwater
Los Flavorz
Three Letters (uoh-oh)
We’re the Supernaturals, baby
Tell me, Dei V (yeah)
Make it happen

Girl, you’re a problem
Pleasure and money are the only things that fill you up (tell me, baby)
That freaky vibe runs through your veins
Like they say in PR: That girl is looking fine

With you, getting down in quarantine, uoh-oh-oh (what?)
You get wet when I pull up in the R-Sport
This hit, when it kicks, scores a goal
That girl is expensive, that’s why I buy her Christian Dior (yeah-eh)
I’m gonna do it while checking out the view on the top floor, yeah-eh

She asks me to take control of her
When we’re getting down, she rides me, that’s when she shines
Wants me to use her as a sex toy
I always perform an exorcism on that demon without the crosses

When I put it in, I squeeze all the juice out of that pussy
I flip her over, and bruises pop up on her ass
That ass is a Ferrari, and I’m the one driving it
After we finish, we’ll talk later, baby, deuces

(I’ll say it again, but rapping, baby)

She asks me to take control of her
When we’re getting down, she rides me, that’s when she shines
Wants me to use her as a sex toy
I always perform an exorcism on that demon without the crosses (what?)

When I put it in, I squeeze all the juice out of that pussy
I flip her over, and bruises pop up on her ass
That ass is a Ferrari, and I’m the one driving it
After we finish, we’ll talk later, baby, deuces

It’s routine now to hook up and disappear
When you get the urge again, call me, you have my cell
Of course, I’ll show up, pull it out and put it back in
Demonic yet angelic, you’re the devil made woman

It’s routine now to hook up and disappear
When you get the urge again, call me, you have my cell
Of course, I’ll show up, pull it out and put it back in
Demon, but angelic, you’re the devil made woman (what? Haha)

Girl, you’re a problem
Pleasure and money are the only things that fill you up
That freaky vibe runs through your veins
Like they say in PR: That girl is looking fine

With you, getting down in quarantine, uoh-oh-oh
You get wet when I pull up in the R-Sport
This hit, when it kicks, scores a goal
That girl is expensive, that’s why I buy her Christian Dior
I’m gonna do it while checking out the view on the top floor (Los Flavorz), yeah-eh

She’s all set now and ready to go
I’m gonna have to pop a pill
You’re good to go and spend the night in a villa
Mom, giving it to you all day
You’re hot, but cold on the inside

A little devil, she hooks up and leaves
What I like is that she’s a real bitch
Burn this Philly, throw a couple kicks
She gets freaky, climbing on top (ah, hey)

She loves living the movie
The stacks reach the ceiling and they’re high, like Wemby
The way it’s going, I might make a baby with you
I light up, take off, and land in that pussy

I know where her tattoos are
Mom, every time I leave, I’m gonna take an Uber
No one hooks up with me like you do
She loves to see how I enter, that’s why she asks me to turn on the light

Baby, when I put you on all fours, that’s the best view for me
That ass looks like it’s made, but no, that’s natural–

Hehe
Three Letters (you got it)
The Letter
The L (tell me, Melou-D)
Tell me, Dei V
Hey

Tell them we’re the ones with the low dribble
Don’t try to take the ball from us, it can’t be done
We’re the Supernaturals, baby
(Tell me, Big Papa)
And we always bring a new flavor (the owners, the real ones)
They know I got the convoy

What’s up, girl? Eh (waiv)
The Supernaturals, baby
Tell me, Custom
Eight, The Black Hand

We got the track, let the game begin
They know