Rosones

Ay
Tito Double P
Ay, mamá
¡Uh!

Other, washed, glass bottles
The bale arrives, I want to burst it
I bring you the best of all Instagram
Nice body, that ass is natural

You want a boyfriend, chocolate and flowers
I'll give you, mija, even some rosones
But don't tell us that we turned on the bolts
'Cause your friends are going to envy you

Sluts, washed, how I love what fame does
I look like I'm smart, I look good in Dolce & Gabbana
I have good support and a bunch of know my bed
My love, I'm not jealous
Mija, don't worry, there's no fault here

That there is no fault here
¡Uh!
Ay, mamá

Private flight, speck flowers
Come on, mommy, come, give me some seats
Dawn, two crazy people are already going
It's not my fault if she puts herself on her own

I step on the square and some gadroons
Pisping, to the dick, the corridones sound
My shoulder bag is full of pacones
I bring to any whore to suck me

Sluts, washed, how I love what fame does
I look like I'm smart, I look good in Dolce & Gabbana
I have good support and a bunch of know my bed
My love, I'm not jealous
Mija, don't worry, there's no fault here

Ah-ha-jay
That there is no fault here
There's no fault here, mija