Deletreo (part. Ryan Castro)

Yeah
Gimme that

Let that B-I-T-C-H go (ha)
That’s C-H-I-C-H-A (awoo)
Girl, you’re driving me C-R-A-Z-Y, yeah
So I can eat that A-S-S
Let that B-I-T-C-H go (yeah)
That’s C-H-I-C-H-A (H-A)
Girl, you’re driving me C-R-A-Z-Y (C-R-A-Z-Y), yeah
So I can eat that A-S-S (A-S-S)

She came without panties so it’s easy to get down
Tu-tu-tu, ha, I smoke and chill out
No stress with the cash and the stacks (cash, cash)
To make you come, I got the route and the shortcut
You and I are lit at a party burning green
I treat you romantic, but not to be my girl, hey (prr)
When I do it right, I have a history
And I want you for my journey
Tonight a couple of gyals, Nicky Jam, light it up
The VIP full of girls, let them put on dancehall
Let them dance all night, I won’t get tired
We’ll end up in the pool at the mansion, mansion
I want a trio, a brunette, and the blonde
The friend, the chubby one, hit me up and I replied (okay)
That if we see each other Sunday morning
She wants to be with El Cantante, of course
The one with brown hair and the one with curly hair
We’ll be locked up in a PH in Pobla'o (plo-plo-plo!)
The party’s heavy and we sold out
And on you, I want to spend all I’ve made

Let that B-I-T-C-H go
That’s C-H-I-C-H-A
Girl, you’re driving me C-R-A-Z-Y, yeah
So I can eat that A-S-S
Let that B-I-T-C-H go (awoo)
That’s C-H-I-C-H-A (zaga)
Girl, you’re driving me C-R-A-Z-Y, yeah
So I can eat that A-S-S (plo, plo, plo, plo)

So I can eat that ass, it’s big, you can tell
Put that big booty in my face
You don’t walk, you float, and even though I didn’t bring boots
Baby, I brought some weed
That little ass isn’t natural
They say it was a doctor, she says it’s genetics
She shows up in a skirt so it can breathe down there
She kisses her friends, but she likes the guys
And she came already shaved
The baby has a boyfriend, but he’s canceled (canceled)
How she moves, check it out (check it out)
I act tough, but I’m already desperate, I’m already desperate
To give it to you, made in quantity (quantity)
Come on, let loose, you’re not in chastity (chastity)
You’re not a nun, you’re not a saint
Judgment follows you, but you’re quick

Let that B-I-T-C-H go (ha)
That’s C-H-I-C-H-A (awoo)
Girl, you’re driving me C-R-A-Z-Y, yeah
So I can eat that A-S-S
Let that B-I-T-C-H go (yeah)
That’s C-H-I-C-H-A (H-A)
Girl, you’re driving me C-R-A-Z-Y (C-R-A-Z-Y), yeah
So I can eat that A-S-S (A-S-S)