PORSHE (feat. EL BAI y MARCIANEKE)

Andreh Bred, producing
She's a fan of the sensual
She catches your bandit
She likes it in the street and creates

I like it with the Martian
Dancing at the wheel, we're pure brothers
Radiating to more places, active with the deliveries
Welcome to the second part

I want you to stay with me tonight
I rescue you from the Porsche
You and I dressed in Dolce
I want you to stay with me tonight
I rescue you from the Porsche
You and I dressed in Dolce

Heading to Dolce
When we're in the district
I have a fried diet
Only I know how to handle your clit
We smoke some joints
And fuck the damn ones, we're polite and it's written
If you want the dust again, I repeat it
I invite you to bad pieces
And I take off your clothes

Baby, we were born poor
But we're going to die rich
Me, you, Tony, you, honey, turn
White as a parakeet

This is Juanico, we've written it for you
I'm your favorite reggaeton artist
You're the one I need
Because without you, I weaken

Tell the kids we're doing bad

I want you to stay with me tonight
I rescue you from the Porsche
You and I dressed in Dolce
I want you to stay with me tonight
I rescue you from the Porsche
You and I dressed in Dolce

Put reggaeton battery only in the Porsche
Goes out to snatch with your friend Kukia
She never wants to get in
The girl crosses and she has expensive tastes
One comes from Villa Francia, but comes from the Caro
If you want more, more expensive
If you want the same, I'll pay
It doesn't matter, ask for chiva calmly, I invite you to drinks

We arrive at this Arauco bed
Do you know who I brought to spend?
Today you're with a high-ranking dude
I want to show her off by my side

And give her that cut
That I like
Pure like from the north
You're just right for me
And I for you, for you

She loves Dolce and I'm in Chihuahua, man
She's crazy with her wife
24-7 she's high
I look for you at night on the ODS line

Like Cayo so you repeat
Like a kilo of lard, I hammer you, little devil
I take it off and she takes off her panties
She takes it off, addicted to your ass
Like Teca with the pipe
Me and your suit, you and your michirika

We go down to Costa Rica
I get small and you tell me
Where you locate, baby
I'll go down there and explode your nicas

You on top coming
With your hand on the wall
Your body running through
You dreaming squeezing

You on top coming
With your hand on the wall
Your body running through
You dreaming squeezing

Tell the kids we're like gods
That they're afraid of us
And the next one, and the next one, and the next one too
You know it's a classic
When we get together with the Dance
Or the Martian joins the Dance
Or the three of us get together
Tell me, Kid
André producing
This is White Bull Record