Ducati (part. Los Dareyes de la Sierra y Luis R Conriquez)

Kiss
Ride me on that Ducati

Beliquín, belicón
Always come strapped to take down a punk
Yeah, beliquín, belicón
The cold makes them heat up
Yeah, my beliquín, belicón
Knows how to handle this beast of a ride (ah)
Yeah, my beliquín, belicón
Tells me to pull it and I pull out the gun

On the ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
(Yeri Mua; The one who brings the big shots from behind)
Ride me on that ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati (bang!)
Bang, son of a bitch

I ride her on the ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
Ride me on that ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
Purr-purr-purring like a ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
I’m your bratty doll, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty

She doesn’t want the cash anymore, now she wants the bike
I pick her up at the port and take her to Sonora
She loves the adrenaline, I give it to her all the time
Like the Rabbit, I give it to her to spend at Sephora
Daddy-daddy, I’m your wild one, the one who drives the guys crazy
In bed we make it pop
My ass stands out
Walking down the street if you pull the AK, I get wild (kiss)

Yeah, beliquín, belicón
Always come strapped to take down a punk
Yeah, beliquín, belicón
The cold makes them heat up
Yeah, my beliquín, belicón
Knows how to handle this beast of a ride
Yeah, my beliquín, belicón
Tells me to pull it and I pull out the gun

On the ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
Ride me on that ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati (bang!)
Bang, son of a bitch

I ride her on the ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
Ride me on that ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
Purr-purr-purring like a ducati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati—cati
I’m your bratty doll, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty, bratty

She always shakes her booty if I play Strawberry and Coconut
And no one’s gonna touch her like I touch her
Don’t let anyone look at her because I get really crazy
And I empty the .40, turn off their lights
You my big bad wolf, with you no condom
Don’t get scared if I give you a hard hit
You’re from the heat
Baby, put me on all fours so I look better and slam me with that toast, kiss

Yeah, beliquín, belicón
Always come strapped to take down a punk
Yeah, beliquín, belicón
The cold makes them heat up
Yeah, my beliquín, belicón
Knows how to handle this beast of a ride
Yeah, my beliquín, belicón
Tells me to pull it and I pull out the gun

Yeri Mua
Luis R
Bang, son of a bitch
Darey DLS
It’s over