DUCATI (part. Casper Magico, Lunay y iZaak)

Full Harmony

Hey girl, listen up
If I wear Versace, she wants to look the same
She takes a selfie with the stick to show off
I got pics of her naked on my phone
I change the weather when I'm kissing her mole

Tell me, babe, where you at? I’ll pick you up
She’s a devil with fire in her eyes
And I’ll rip your panties if I feel like it
Hop in the Mercedes, the leather’s red inside

Today I’m all dressed up for you, you caught an outfit
So fly, to drip it with me
That ass is wide like a Ducati
I’m gonna hop on top to wheelie it

I’m all dressed up for you, you caught an outfit
So fly, to drip it with me
That ass is wide like a Ducati
I’m gonna hop on top to wheelie it

What do you want, Prada, Gucci, or Louis Vuitton?
If you don’t like that car, I’ll buy you a better one
A house worth half a mil, gated access at the door
When we’re fucking, you know I’m one of a kind

If you’re feeling frisky, I’ll buy you a shot of rum
Clothes come off whenever you smoke that weed
She’s an angel with a bad girl’s body
And she’s got a surprise for me like Becky without pajamas

And shake it, shake it, baby, shake that ass
She’ll get all hot if I scratch her back
The heart tattoo shows when her skirt rides up
Get on your knees, babe, keep those feelings inside

To wheelie you on a tire
You wanna look thick, here you go
I got her breasts and her booty done
You know you’re the boss
She fucks me and laughs, that badass

I put her in a combo that matches mine
She’s not Khalifa, but she’s mine
She wore a skirt, wants me to touch her while she drives
Then you see her shaking, coming off the tracks

Yeah, baby, you see all these diamonds
But I’d wrap you up like I threw you to the RIAA
Here’s twenty grand so you can flex
I’ll buy you a Mercedes and ditch that Kia

Today I’m all dressed up for you, you caught an outfit
So fly, to drip it with me
That ass is wide like a Ducati
I’m gonna hop on top to wheelie it

I’m all dressed up for you, you caught an outfit
So fly, to drip it with me
That ass is wide like a Ducati
I’m gonna hop on top to wheelie it

You’re feeling wild now
And I just hit you up and haven’t seen you yet
Today I wanna baptize you, today
Today I wanna make you shake

Freaky, freaky, freaky tone
Because of the seat, that badass is so thick
And my dick gets hard
If you fight him, it’s because you wanna fuck
Ready for the fight

One, two, three, come on, get on all fours
Rock, paper, scissors, I’ll break that ass
So easy, man, so easy
Every time I touch you, the freakiness activates

Flex, baby, flex
You’re rolling with the bad boys on the road
Whoever touches you tonight is gonna die
I’m thirsty for blood, let me know

Hey, hey, hey

She’s there when we’re fucking in style
Designer clothes to flex on the ‘gram
She posted a story, you could see it all
The hottest babe, no one can compete

A hundred million rolling in a Can-Am
We hit the club, the girls are coming in
I got her dripping Chanel, she ditched the Vans
Or if not, Prada from Milan

Living like a boss with the millions we made
From head to toe, Amiri, Fendi, or Valentino
How do they make those codes? We gave them to you
What you got is a movie, we really live it

Come on, bring your girl, we got it here
Come on, you’re a real badass
You like the wild side, the thuggery, and vanity
That little ass is trending, and I’m the one who gives it

Come on, bring your girl, we got it here
Come on, you’re a real badass
You like the wild side, the thuggery, and vanity
Your sugar daddy, and I’m underage

Badass, today I wanna see you
And break that ass
Your little thing full of luck
That this dick is always ready
So you can sit on it

Today I want you to drink
So you can fuck me better
And whatever you dare
In front of people, you and I can have a little fun
Keep it quiet.