HP (feat. KEVVO)

Talk to me straight, baby, this is instinct
When we do it, it feels different
I know you don’t want to fall in love
But you don’t tell me to stop, and that’s the problem

You set the rules, I brought the condoms
And that’s where we left it
Now you’re so cold, I didn’t know
That this ice burns

And you like to smoke before we do it
I like your panties on the floor
I could’ve taken you to heaven, but, babe

You were a real piece of work
You played me for a fool, now I’ve got three hotter than you
You say you’re blessed
That’s why, girl, I put a cross on you

And you felt the heat
And that was just with a couple of hits
I’m calling you a piece of work
(You’re a piece of work)

I’m cursing your lies
Piece of work, you threw me for a loop
If I hit on one of your girls, it’ll come back to you
Let’s check it out, if you want, hit me up
The one who leaves without being kicked out always comes back

That pussy had my world spinning
And from your sick heart, my dick was your hospital
Now I see you and I want to blast
Someone tougher took your place
Hope my name slips your mind
With another dude when you go to hook up

I hit it and you turned into a bitch
Without you, I feel hacked
In my muse, you were a glitch
I’ve got three new girls, they fulfill my fetishes
Fuck you, piece of work, capiche?
One’s a white girl, one’s a brunette, and the other’s a peach

You were a real piece of work
You played me for a fool, now I’ve got three hotter than you
You say you’re blessed
That’s why, girl, I put a cross on you

And you felt the heat
And that was just with a couple of hits
I’m calling you a piece of work
(You’re a piece of work)

Now I curse the day I met you
I should’ve worn a condom when I hit it
You were my plan B, like Chencho and Maldí
You’re just a toy, they call you Barbie

You remind me of that thing that fell apart
You were like that track that never took off
I swore it would, you said it wouldn’t
Admit that the relationship got to the point it was a problem

You set the rules, I brought the condoms
And that’s where we left it
Now you’re so cold, I didn’t know
That this ice burns

And you like to smoke before we do it
I like your panties on the floor
I could’ve taken you to heaven, but, babe

You were a real piece of work
You played me for a fool, now I’ve got three hotter than you
You say you’re blessed
That’s why, girl, I put a cross on you

And you felt the heat
And that was just with a couple of hits
I’m calling you a piece of work
(You’re a piece of work)

Yo, tell me, Adso
A Quintana vision
This is Venezuela and Puerto Rico, you heard me, baby
You’re crazy, dude