Bubalu

Hey, little dude, everything good?
Imagine I was with the girl
And she's telling me that you have that hot chick all heated up with the boyfriend
Because he supposedly created Instagram

And he got in and supposedly the statuses were Bubalu, the ghetto, Cojo Crazy
And he confronted her and she said no
That guy who sang and how he found out
And it's a lie, that idiot who lives in the salty

It tastes like Bubalu when I kiss your woman
She says she wants to grab him to give him a kiss
For the female dog bone, she says I'm her treasure
Depending on progress, the weight is charged

She likes my style, I sing and smoke weed
With you naked, the bed bounces
Let's go for it, let's see if my body gets tired
I'm going to leave yours soaked in sweat

She gets excited, touches herself biting her lip with her mouth
Moving her butt, she hits it
I bite her ass and she doesn't mind
She goes crazy like a fool
For the lame one, she gets horny

She gets mad if I don't put it in
She gets pissed if one takes it out
Addicted to mischief, she likes it uncensored
She smokes and doesn't swear, I cultivate and it's pure
Let's go to the podium, if you hate me, I hate you
Suck-up, my flow is good, obviously

It tastes like Bubalu when I kiss your woman
She says she wants to grab him to give him a kiss
For the female dog bone, she says I'm her treasure
Depending on progress, the weight is charged

She likes my style, I sing and smoke weed
With you naked, the bed bounces
Let's go for it, let's see if my body gets tired
I'm going to leave yours soaked in sweat

I never lie, I tell my surroundings
I don't settle for little, I don't talk about decorations
The oven is on, warm for everyone
Phrases I take and adjust them to my liking

Today I woke up with more desire than yesterday
I took the pencil and gave power to the paper
I already believe in myself, I caught them off guard
Those who talked about me, where are they? I don't see them

I'm killing it with my styles and verses
If I'm a kiss-ass, it depends on who I talk to
Forgive me if I express the street
I live in it and doing rap relaxes me

It tastes like Bubalu when I kiss your woman
She says she wants to grab him to give him a kiss
For the female dog bone, she says I'm her treasure
Depending on progress, the weight is charged

She likes my style, I sing and smoke weed
With you naked, the bed bounces
Let's go for it, let's see if my body gets tired
I'm going to leave yours soaked in sweat

A diamond in the rough with more desire than before
I didn't want university, I wanted to be a singer
Sincere rhymes even if they don't believe them
Hanging out on the sidewalk, a rumor of a shootout

Ha, hey, like Mani saw it
Is that gonorrhea more boring or what
The lice are moving, don't give the dick a cell phone
Or he'll see if he wants it to fly away
I'm not surprised, kid

But not even putting a collar, bridle, or GPS on it
You know that it arrives and if it arrives, it gets messed up, kid
And honestly, it's really good
More contagious than a virus Hugo30, Mr. Dec, and the guajiro
Turning the world upside down while I sigh
Cojo crazy from the palm, ha