KILERITO (feat. Anuel AA)

Uh-ah
Real until death, baby
Real until death, baby
Uh-ah

The jobs and the sticks in the closet
In the system, to fuck you, 512
These bastards want to kill me
Maybe tomorrow my soul can rest

Or they fuck me and wake up in the faith'
There are three hundred thousand in the nail of the Mercedes
Take it and quit
Never forget that I am the devil who makes you burn in hell

Kile-kilerito, you my little outfit
I am your Pablo, you my patico
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me very rich
So I don't come, 512 I get a doctor

Kile-kilerito, you my little outfit
I am your Pablo, you my patico
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me very rich
So I don't come, 512 I get a doctor

I take off your panties, I put you on the side
I'll put it on the floor, like in the concerts Rauw does
And like the Jhayco dump, I'll leave it buried for you
I come without leaving anywhere

I am your Chapo, your totito is my federal
I have to add that I hit you hard, bad gyal
I light up like Tego, bandit, and you start smoking
Chingamos with sea view

His body is nature, evil and beauty
With delicacy, she is my queen, and her highness does not leave my head
Enter my bug and you process it'
In your tight little tot, as if it were imprisoned

I'll smear it with strawberry syrup
We always eat each other, never on the table, huh
I am your Mario, you the princess
I break everything without breaking your promises

I brought you some toys from the PinkCherry sex shop
Today the hell we're doing the fifth part of Toy Story, brr
That ass is domi', this bug is bori'
Together we look like JLo and Alex Rodri'

Kile-kilerito, you my little outfit
I am your Pablo, you my patico
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me very rich
So I don't come, 512 I get a doctor

Kile-kilerito, you my little outfit
I am your Pablo, you my patico
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me very rich
So I don't come, 512 I get a doctor

That ass is very exaggerated
I'll pay you whatever it takes, we're coronao'
I never take it out of you, I get stuck
And when we finish, leave him up

And, mommy, you are mine
Just like all the merchandise
And I have the 'puppet' hunting during the day
And sending kilos for the breakdown
and I'm thinking about you

Spending what I made, wrapped in all your kisses
In love with you and you with how I did it to you
You know that I make your skin crawl
I know you're street and that's where my roots come from

Yeh, from the catwalk, I swear it's from a novel
If it's because of her, we let ourselves be seen
And he steals the scene, it's like a sentence
I'm older and she made me learn

The jobs and the sticks in the closet
In the system, to fuck you, 512
These bastards want to kill me
Maybe tomorrow my soul can rest

Or they fuck me and I wake up in the faith'
There are three hundred thousand in the nail of the Mercedes
Take it and quit
Never forget that I am the devil who makes you burn in hell

Kile-kilerito, you my little outfit
I am your Pablo, you my patico
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me very rich
So I don't come, 512 I get a doctor

Kile-kilerito, you my little outfit
I am your Pablo, you my patico
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me very rich
So I don't come, 512 I get a doctor

Brytiago, baby
The Double A
Brr
Uh-ah, uh-ah
Anuel