BBY BOO (remix) (feat. Jhayco y iZaak)

(This is the remix)
(Eh)
(Uah, uh, uah)

How delicious you look, your totito was seen getting on the bus
You see me with the R on the skirt, the street is bad
Damn, mommy, you look rich in any outfit
And how nice that you tell me: All this is for you

All this is for you too
Many people envy us when they see us
I have a hundred comb and I'm jealous
If they look at me, I'll steal your stitches, bastard

Because she is my Barbie bitch, and I am her baby boo
And her son of the great pu
A perfect comb, I
In the hangouts, I got her used to us screwing without worrying

She is my Barbie bitch, and I am her baby boo
And her son of the great pu
A perfect comb
In the hangouts, I got her used to us screwing without—

To screw without worrying, eh (real until death, did you hear, baby?)
Uah
To screw without worrying, eh
Uah (the AA), uah (Anuel)

Just to fuck you, I let go of the stick
Mommy, you fell in love with the tattoos
And the bad guy face, the drum full of hollow
Your ex snoring from the street and I caught him with the z, like Gustavo

She sucks me and tells me she loves me
Only wears brand panties
I get like Hector and kneel her like Arca
In my dick you soak

Baby, I pass you the train, we fuck in the Mercedes-Benz
I fuck you well, roll and light up a Philipp Plein
I am blessed by the one born in Bethlehem
Adam and Eve fucking in the garden of Eden

Mommy, for you I broke Lucifer's contract
And you give me for when I don't even like myself
You are my shore when I am lost at sea
She tells me she loves Emma, but hates Anuel

Because she is my Barbie bitch, and I am her baby boo
And her son of the great pu
A perfect comb, I
In the hangouts, I got her used to us screwing without worrying

She is my Barbie bitch, and I am her baby boo
And her son of the great pu, ey
A perfect comb
In the hangouts, I got her used to us screwing without—

Yes, you are the baby, I'm going to dress you in Fenti's Riri
A curl in your name, an Elvis
Factory-made, baby, I make you the baby
I'm going to give you under water like Dei V

You're rich, you know it
Take this, that fits you
Take out your phone so I can record you
Put on the clothes that make me serious

I put it in your mouth so you can tell me how good it tastes
Yes, in the Chanel leather are all my pearls
I'm a motherfucker, we fuck in La Perla
I put you on the jet, baby, fuck the jetlag

If you get on all fours, I'll come at you like a Tesla
What an ass
Chamber the stick in Palomino to come in the boat
Go ahead, I'm going to give it to you with the big one
Exclusive, the expensive one

Baby, what a trot
Chamber the stick in Palomino to come in the boat
Go ahead, I'm going to give it to you with the big one
Exclusive, the expensive one

How delicious, your ass was seen getting on the bus
You see me with the R on the skirt, the street is bad
Damn, mommy, you look rich in any outfit
And how nice that you tell me: All this is for you

All this is for you too
You know that I don't give a damn either
I have a hundred comb and I'm jealous
If they look at me, I'll steal your stitches, bastard
The Pressure

You are the envy of your crazy friends and that's because of your shine
Always in Louis Vuitton heels, never simple
Damn, what a motherfucker, what a bitch you look
They all want to be like you when they see you in the club

What's up, mommy? I'm your daddy
You're very good, give me your body
How beautiful your tits look
With shiny cream so they shine in the club

Don't look at me, bo, there will be a problem, bo
A shootout in the club and you fell with my Glock
I don't call anyone, daddy, I'll handle it myself
I have a good face, but I'll kill you

It's just that she is my Barbie bitch, and I am her baby boo
And her son of the great pu
A perfect comb
In the hangouts, I got her used to us screwing without worrying

(She is my Barbie bitch, and I am her baby boo)
Baby
Brr, La AA (and her son of the great pu)
(A perfect comb)
Uah (in the hangouts, I got her used to us screwing without—)

Mera, tell me, iZaak
Mera, tell me, Jhayco
The untouchables, did you hear, baby?
(To screw without—)
Brr
Barvc on the beat