Infierno

The blessing
Me, gelato, hell
Ooh

Babe, we're not in shitty commercials here, hey
My cat is a gangster
Tell them yampi
Favela (this is Fendi not Fenty)
Little Fernando kit kat, kit kat

Get that damn hair out of your face, baby we're going to heaven
It doesn't matter how they look at us baby, I love you
Red bottom but you know I'm from the bottom
Bitch you know I'm from the bottom
I'm not good, I'm from the neighborhood

Save your comments because today you're with the hitmen
Keep the rosary because if you don't bring bad luck
I pour you rosé, your lips glossy
Dance however you want, here nobody messes with us

Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do

Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do

My baby, I know
That when we dance reggaeton
You think about coming

My baby, I know
You're tough, but in your culture
No tiger knows how to do it
You always leave without saying goodbye
(Oh ooh)

And now, baby, I only think about the trá
When I see you again
And I get behind you
Tell me what you're going to do
Are you going to leave?
Babe, just think about the trá
You won't be able to hide
Trá, trá, trá
(Wow)

Mami, you wear my Armani clothes
The things your friends say, that I'm riviera manny

Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do

Babe, it's because of you that I can't stop drinking
It's because of you that I've started to believe again
I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do

Not knowing what to do
(Trá) I was depressed and alone on the street
Not knowing what to do

Hey, favela, my man
Tell them, they listen to us, the khmer, wouh
The president, yeah, the mafia, the love babe
Eh, yeah
That gun, hey, this is for them to graze the gun
The queen of reggaeton (pow, pow)
Mexico, Puerto Rico, Spain, what's up
I'm death with the scythe
Tanger, reggaeton with the hitmen, babe
Tell them khaled
We're going out to kill (hey)
There's no commercial shit
For my gangster cat