BOTERO (part. Arcángel y NTG)

My baby, hold up with the strap to keep you safe
I can't leave my mom alone, shorty, you're on top
You are my baby, I was broke, now we're on
For no reason I gave you a blunt (blunt, blunt)
Every day with me is your birthday
You don't have to change a thing, babe, you're perfect
I'm gonna change your life, don't stress it
These fools get jealous 'cause you look so good
Without makeup, she doesn't wear it, steps out to slay
And for the club, I bring the heat
Just in case we gotta light it up, I’ll shoot for that ass
She's my gangster, girl, we used to be down bad, look at us now
I'm gonna buy you a Rolex just so you can check the time (just to check the time)
She's my gangster, girl, we used to be down bad, look at us now

Gangster love, love of a thug, love with a gun
You'd kill for me, I'd kill for you, anywhere, anytime
Gangster love, love of a thug, love with guns
You'd kill for me, I'd kill for you, only if you help me out

Ready for the ride, always by my side (yeah)
First in the DT, now cruising in the Rolls-Royce
I know you remember when we had nothing (nothing)
Now we wipe our asses with cash
Yeah, with those $100 bills, damn, this feels good
Being young, rich, and having someone to share it with
Cruising in the Benz, in the Mercedes-Benz
While you nod off, I hit the pen
That cute little face, the others get jealous
They’re envious, babe, 'cause you’re so damn fine
And it’s true, it’s true they get pissed
When they find out how long Juancho lasts with you
And yeah, you’d definitely kill for me (bang)
It’s obvious that I’d kill for you (bang-bang)
After all this shit I’ve been through
We deserve this fucking life I built for you

Gangster love, love of a thug, love with guns
You'd kill for me, I'd kill for you, anywhere, anytime (I love you, baby)
Gangster love, love of a thug, love with guns
I’d kill for you, you’d kill for me, only if you help me out (uh-huh, yeah)

I’m gonna take you on a trip to the Bahamas (ah)
Pina Colada for me, for you a Bahama Mama (yo)
I’m your knight, baby, you’re my lady (yeah)
We’re not poor anymore, that drama’s over
I love that you’re exotic and (what else?)
When you get drunk, you’re a little toxic (what else?)
I love the color of your dark nails (yeah)
Like my gothic black gun
My cutie looking for a hit
For the others, I’m Papi Arca, for you, just papi (that’s right)
With me from the start, you’re not like these gold diggers (no)
The rest charge me, but you do it for free (ey, oh-oh)
On that ship, I’ve always been the captain (oh-oh)
I take her shopping, I know how to make her happy (ouh)
A lot of Louis Vuitton to adorn that body
If you want the moon, just ask, and I’ll bring it down for you (auh)
Austin, baby (haha)

Gangster love, love of a thug, I’m with my gun
You'd kill for me, I'd kill for you, anywhere, anytime
Gangster love, love of a thug, I’m with my gun
I’d kill for you, you’d kill for me, only if you help me out

Austin, baby
Maluma, baby
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