Ojitos Rojos (remix) (part. Ryan Castro y SOG)

SO-O-OG!
What a joke, SOG
What a blast, SOG
The ghetto singer
with the blessed
Remix

If you know, my love, ha
Get on, mamacita, I'm going to look for you today (search today, obliga'o)
I am the one who buys him and takes away his dior
(Oh, no? Tell me, baby, uoh-oh-oh!, yeah)

Your butt is visible because you put the thread under your clothes
I always see you cool, but I'm already swallowed up and I see you cool
(My little bug, grr!, mamasota, hahaha, pu-pu-pum!)

Her eyes are red (hers)
When he smokes he gets more badass
It also has for the bottle (bottle)
And with her friend she will stay with everyone

Her eyes are red
When he smokes he gets more badass
It also has for the bottle (bottle)
And with her friend she will stay with everyone

Two blunts of marijuana and champagne to quench your thirst
She always looks fine with my bottega veneta
That impressive ass, I want to know ahead
She likes me to sing to her
And in palms I mount her on the banshee

That was my girlfriend and we are already lovers
I stole it with the mask and gloves
A photo for the insta and don't care about the people
Let them die of envy if they have us in front of them (because)
From the first day we had a connection
That body is art and it is for exhibition

Big booty in those skinny jeans
Natural, she doesn't fit in the bikini
You feel the feeling, give me a phillie
I lifted his legs like a Lamborghini door
I have the mini, if they shoot at it I will kill them
I take them for a walk to Rome or Santorini
(What a clue, pa; pu-pu-pum!)

Her eyes are red (hers)
When he smokes he gets more badass
It also has for the bottle (bottle)
And with her friend she will stay with everyone

Her eyes are red
When he smokes he gets more badass
It also has pa' for the bottle
And with her friend she will stay with all of them

Di-di-di-tell me what you want, baby, we'll do it
You know that secretly we always eat each other
Those little red eyes have me bad
But deep down you know that I am for you

I'm dying to have you, to eat you
For catching you, for touching you
For looking at you, for wanting you
Deep inside I come from you

Like me, oh-oh
How delicious the two of them sweat, oh-oh
Baby, you are art, full stop
There is no such thing, haha

Blessd, ryan and SOG
Making music with flow
Baby, you are art, full stop
There is no such thing (SOG!, haha)

Her eyes are red
When he smokes he gets more badass
It also has pa' for the bottle

And with her friend she will stay with all of them
Her eyes are red
When he smokes he gets more badass
It also has for the bottle (bottle)
And with her friend she will stay with everyone

(Put on mommy, I'm going to look for you today, today
I am the one who buys him and takes away his dior)