Bellakeo (remix) (feat. Kaleb Di Masi y Callejero Fino)

It got really messed up, it got really messed up (Omar)
We stood up really strong (TRXPZZA)
Not like you, not like you
Who are a sheltered cat
This is the motherfucking remix

I start for the clande with a couple of guanaca'
The fuses are on the floor because the girl goes up
Now that the cold has arrived, I warm her up at home
In the neighborhood they say that he doesn't spit on her, that he brings her—

I start for the clande with a couple of hitwomen'
The heat is coming and the neighborhood asks for water
We're at full ringtone crowning in the area
Don't act like a foreigner, if she's dying of hunger'

All the way down with the pink twerk
And then'

Ma, today I throw the money in your face
The girl confronts me, for the lever
Operated face, the most expensive tires'
I'm going to kill her in adderall mode

The thong matches her jeans
You're a fish and you don't eat sushi
She drinks three cans and goes into party mode
I know you argued with him because of me'

And the cat came alone, four paws
She says that if you give her flirtation, she kills it
She grabs the Gilera and ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
She accelerates the BMW and no one catches her

We're not Rochy RD here
We're really rocho' and gede'
These' mocho' throw corks but all champagne
I'm your dark-skinned guy, I arrived, mommy to give you hate

While you play, I put your butt on pause
One, two, three, slip on the leggings
I found her smoking a joint
And I took her straight to my bed
Stop, stop Omar, that

Flirty
How can you wear those tight shorts
For your boyfriend and his dog, I have doggy style in croquette'
And if they get into something, I also have a Beretta

What is this, she's loose
I'll take shots for you until the shotgun goes down
Even if it doesn't fit, go for it with pepa
Be alert, I'm telling you so you know

You'll remember me when they break down your door
A good cook never gives away the recipe
In the neighborhood there are no tennis players, but they light up the racket
Flirty

We went for a joke
Now we're starting the remix, throwing smoke we're on the note
That girl moves her big butt
Here we smoke, the smoke is released
Tonight the dance floor really explodes

Today I'm ready for the tour, I'm ready for the night
I'm with all the guys smoking in a car
Here everyone dresses sporty, not in Dolce
And the band always ready to uncork

Here we smoke a lot, buddy, it's always 4:20
Crossing the tracks, from high to low, straight to the 20th century
We're a big group, we arrive for the party, we're more than twenty
And at 4:20 there will be a lot of smoke in the air

She likes the rochito', on top of that she has all the money
She teases him with twerking from the bush
The rich guy's girlfriend lends herself and he doesn't even notice
Now with the remix we take the tur— (hey)

Missing the lillo
This is for it to sound in the hallways
Don't throw snacks, here they apply the trigger
Shine, that's why I dress so simple
Don't let the word go around because we're already clever'

I want to be a millionaire in my pockets
I have everyone twerking to the rhythm of my chorus
Cricket, I go out at night like a cricket
In one weekend we do what's worth a brick