Brinquen (remix) (part. Marconi Impara, Mozart La Para y Ranking Stone)

Tits
This is a fucking remix (tits)
Tits
Tits, tits
Tits
Tits, tits
BOOEE, BOOEE

If she’s got a butt, she’s got tits, the screen’s on her tits
Her tits drive me crazy, but let those tits bounce, tits, tits
Bounce those tits, bounce those tits, tits
Bounce those tits, bounce those tits, tits
If she’s got a butt, she’s got tits, the screen’s on her tits
Her tits drive me crazy, but let those tits bounce, tits
Bounce those tits (bounce), bounce those tits, tits (bounce)
Bounce those tits (bounce, yeah-yeah, says), bounce (bounce)

Ra-Rauw
I’m a fan of the booty but those tits of yours (uh)
Let me throw a McFlurry so you scream hallelujah (uh)
When my tongue flows, you better hold yours (ey, uh)
Don’t make me replace you with one of your friends (yah)
All of them look good (ih), in the Mercedes-Benz (uh)
They smoke only with pen, I’ve got them in my top 10 (uh-uh)
With one I’m Bruce Wayne (uh-uh), with the other I’m Clark Kent
But it’s the same dick that makes them bounce (ey, yah)
Like a bouncy ball (tits), like a pair of tight shorts, eh (tits)
I left her little cheeks red, eh (tits, tits, tits)
Like Marconi killing it from the outside, yeah (tits, tits, tits, uh)
I think your mom’s gonna be a grandma, yeah (tits)

For the tits we give that come in pairs (in pairs)
And what comes in unity always works for everything (for everything)
Addicted to the game (game), I never burned that stage (-stage)
I arrive, arrive at the strip club, they say Big Papa’s here (phew)
Hundred dollar bills, it’s what she wants, I throw them in her face, bras fall on me
The haters record me and entertain themselves but none of them keep me up
I shoot with my wife even if she gets jealous (ah)
You know one is an artist and that shit doesn’t enjoy (rulay)
I release stress when she shakes her tail (ah)
But she’s so clear that none of them make me fall in love
I’ve been throwing hundreds non-stop for an hour
She got me in my McLaren and only one fits

If she’s got a butt, she’s got tits, the screen’s on her tits
Her tits drive me crazy, but let those tits bounce, tits, tits
Bounce those tits, bounce those tits, tits
Bounce those tits, bounce those tits, tits
If she’s got a butt, she’s got tits, the screen’s on her tits
Her tits drive me crazy, but let those tits bounce, tits
Bounce those tits, bounce those tits, tits
Bounce those tits, bounce

Squeeze it out, Bubbaloo, they’re chubby, Winnie The Pooh
Green joints of Mountain Dew, I touch it if you don’t do, uh-uh
Look how she moves it, that’s how she keeps the bills
Oh God, baby, don’t get confused, the girl’s in a Tundra (poh)
She has no friends since she got silicone
Carmen Luvana, even the women are flirty (hahaha)
She’s not from the block, but she’s the sensation
What melons, what melons! (Here I go)
Says Ranking Stone (ta)

They’re not peaches, much less lemons
They’re like pomarrosas the color of your nipples
And they’re powerful like two cannons
Let’s all shout the call of the bad boys
Throw in Shell (wuh, wuh), that girl doesn’t wear a bra (wuh)
Her name is Michelle (rrah), she’s the champion of the WET T-Shirts
Turn up the volume, raise the level
Look how she breaks all the decibels
Carlitos Colón is from Santa Isabel
And I’m drunk at the door, tiguere
Waiting for her to move the melons so I can get hard in my pants
Look how her traction rises, tucu-tucu-tucu-tucu-tun
Every time she moves it, nations rise
In a crazy way that has no explanations
I jerk off four times when I see those melons
And my balls get hard, like big balls
Hit it hard, Urba and Rome, hard so they collapse
When she moves the melons, para-papa-parau it gets me going

Tits
Eh, can I do the chorus?
And if she’s got a butt, she’s got tits, the screen’s on her tits
Her tits drive me crazy, but let those tits bounce, tits, tits
Bounce (tits), bounce (tits, tits), bounce (tits), bounce (tits, tits)
If she’s got a butt, she’s got tits, the screen’s on her tits
Her tits drive me crazy, but let those tits bounce (tits, tits)
Bounce (bounce, tits), bounce (bounce, tits, tits)
Bounce (bounce, tits), bounce, damn (bounce)

Baby, this is a fucking remix (tits, tits, tits)
Ranking Stone (tits, tits)
The king of the melons (tits)
Marconi (tits, tits)
Marconi-coni Impara, boy (tits)
Urba (yeah), Rome
Ra-Rauw
Rah
Rauw Alejandro
Tell me Walldon
With Marconi
Duars Entertainment
Mexico, I told you 'bout
Tits
Tits
Tits
Tits, tits
Tits
Tits, tits
BOOEE, BOOEE, BOOEE (tits)