Kilerito (feat. Brytiago)

Uah
Uh-uh-uh-uh
Real until death, baby (uah)
Real until death, baby
Uah (oh-oh)

The jobs and the sticks in the closet
In the system to screw you 512 (512)
These bastards want to kill me (kill me)
Maybe tomorrow my soul may rest (amen)
Or they shoot me and I wake up in the Fede (Fede)
There are 300 thousand in the Mercedes' nail (Mercedes')
Take it and resign (resign)
Never forget that I'm the devil who makes you burn in hell

Kile-Kilerito, you my little model
I'm your Pablo, you my Patico
Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich
To not come, in 512 I medicate
Kile-Kilerito, you my little model (little model)
I'm your Pablo, you my Patico
Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich
To not come, in 512 I medicate (brr)

I take off your panties and put you on the side
I put it on the floor like Rauw does at concerts
And like Jhayco's tirade, I leave it buried
I come without going anywhere (nowhere)
I'm your Chapo, your pussy is my Federal (Federal)
I have a face that I hit you hard, a Bad Gyal sting
I light up like Tego, bandit, and you start smoking
We fuck with a view of the sea
Her body is nature, evil and beauty with delicacy
She is my queen, and her highness, doesn't leave my mind
My thing enters and you process it
In your pussy tight as if you were in prison (oh-oh)
I smear it with strawberry syrup
We always eat, never on the table, eh
I'm your Mario, you're the princess
I break you all without breaking your promises, eh
I brought you some sex shop toys from pink cherry
Today fucking we make the fifth part of Toy Story, brr
That ass is Dominican, this dick is Puerto Rican
Together we look like JLo and Alex Rodri (haha!)

Kile-Kilerito, you my little model (my little model)
I'm your Pablo, you my Patico
Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich
To not come, in 512 I medicate (oh)
Kile-Kilerito, you my little model (little model, oh)
I'm your Pablo, you my Patico
Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich
To not come, in 512 I medicate

That ass is well exaggerated
I pay for whatever, we're crowned
I never take it off you, I stay stuck
And when we finish, I leave it up
And, mami, you're mine (ah)
Just like all the merchandise (yeah)
And I have the puppets hunting during the day
And sending kilos for the breakdown
And I'm thinking of you (you)
Spending what I did, wrapped in your kisses
In love with you and how I did it
You know I make your skin tingle
I know you're streetwise and that's where my roots are, yeah
From the catwalk, sworn it's like a soap opera
If it's for her, we let ourselves be seen
And she steals the scene, it's like a sentence
I'm older and she made me learn

The jobs and the sticks in the closet (closet)
In the system to screw you 512 (512; yeah-yeah)
These bastards want to kill me (kill me)
Maybe tomorrow my soul may rest (amen)
Or they shoot me and I wake up in the Fede (Fede)
There are 300 thousand in the Mercedes' nail
Take it and resign (resign; eh)
Never forget that I'm the devil who makes you burn in hell

Kile-Kilerito, you my little model
I'm your Pablo, you my Patico
Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich
To not come, in 512 I medicate (oh)
Kile-Kilerito, you my little model
I'm your Pablo, you my Patico
Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich
To not come, in 512 I medicate

(Kile-Kilerito, you my little model)
Brytiago, baby
(I'm your Pablo, you my PaticoLa AA
Brr
(Mami, how rich, you fuck me very rich)
Uah, uah
(To not come, in 512 I medicate)
Anuel