Tu Diablo (remix) (feat. Braay, Pailita, El Jordan 23, Nickoog Clk y Tunechikidd)

(Mom, I'm your devil
Bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair)
Indica, ITHAN
I'm with Pailita, with El Jordan, Tune and the gang
Brray came with six from PR and the six say they're cursed
Prr, this is the New York Flow remix, hey, haha
She wants a little twerk for the couple
Chill with the Moët
She wants a punky party, take off your panties

Mom, I'm your devil, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
I keep watching the networks and upload a post
To see if you respond, I call you and you don't say hello

Mom, I'm your devil, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
I keep watching the networks and upload a post
To see if you respond, I call you and you don't say hello

Mom, I'm your devil
If you want wickedness I'll do it for you
Ask for whatever you want, I'll pay for everything
I-I-I'll leave a lake in your hole

She likes taking pictures with the pole, prr
She likes the bad boys, I buy her gifts
She comes with me, she carries the poles
We count money, we smoke grams
The baby sucked it, come on
It's crazy that we're here all cool
We don't respect any son of a bitch

Colombian, you're eager
For me to kill your desires in bed
You call me, I ignite you
I don't care if it's six in the morning
And, you, uh-uh
Baby, I liked you
You, uh
Since I saw you in the dark

New York Flow, hey
Come on, move, she has a butt like a Range Rover
I'll give you a Versace perfume that I stole
Inside the party there's no one who resists
I'll put the one-eyed Chinese who sees through one eye

White girl, mom, hottie
She dances alone, she has a great style
She doesn't repeat the same combo any day
Don't insist, she has many on the list

Mom, I'm your devil, your bad boy
I'm unmatched by anyone, I settle into the party
And the beautiful moms popping bottles while my songs play
Call and I'll set it up for you

Ma, I know you want
Me below and you above, you and me with your friend, oh-oh

Mom, I'm your devil, your ugly duckling
I touch and pull fingers
If they want trouble, I'll chip them without ties
Anything, I piss on them

I'm your devil, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
Punky party with all those bitches
Wherever I catch you partying, I'll set it up

Whoever gets involved, I hit them with a stick
They suck me while I inhale the tussi
At her house punky party, I settle in Yankee style
I spit on her face, grab her by the hair
I hit her high on ketamine while I record a great post with Lansky

With my songs in the club she twerks for me
She slipped and left that gonorrhea
She goes out to the street with the new combo
Gucci, Dolce and takes off her belt
Prr, Nicko, but the OG
I put you on all fours naked again
Dancing like a boss on the wall
How my baby likes it

Mom, I'm your devil, just dial 666
To make you 69, like the shades of grey
I like your butt, but I love your face
We're living like the damned, like in GTA

Party, women, Mary you want
Leave your devil at home doing homework
Your boyfriend should be a superhero
I'll be Spider Man for you and I don't even have powers

The night is for a Phillie, a shot of Henny
A good club, the music, a good DJ
Put on a Castii track, don't play hard to get
You know that with me everything is easy

Tonight I have the house to myself
And I want to play mommy and daddy with you
I'm your devil
And I like how you start sucking

Here comes Pailita, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
Every time I go to the studio a hit comes out
You already have my number, if you call, I say: Hello

Your devil, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
I keep watching the networks, mom, I upload a post
To see if you respond, I call you and you don't say hello

We're in New York Flow, Nike, Dior
On the BM, with the Glock on the waist
We're all good here, I put it in Sport mode
And we're going to two hundred with ITHAN NY

Now we start the remix, hottie
Your bad boy who invites you today
I like that style you have as a cursed one
Baby, you're tough, no one can compete with you, prr, prr

After the party, mom, let go
A Philippe Patek on the wrist
We're going to two hundred in the Audi A3
And on the belt I have the Glock 23

Ma, I know you want
Me below and you above, you and me with your friend
(The real sons of bitches, baby)

Bad until I put it on you, I don't oppose you
I hide it inside you, what happened?
For this heart there's no bondo
Many want to get to the condo and I don't even respond

The typical antagonist bandit from the movie
My girlfriend giving me a blowjob
A ridiculous note, they speculate
But without an eyewitness they can't link us

Because of all my tattoos they think I'm a criminal, hey
That was before, now I let the gossip be the one to tell it
Suck me calmly, with the baby, with a salary in the lenses
(Without giving a damn what people say)

Mom, I'm your devil, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
I keep watching the networks and upload a post
To see if you respond, I call you and you don't say hello

Mom, I'm your devil, your bad boy
I spit on you and pull your hair
I front on the networks with the hits
Just call, I'll set it up

Brr, brr
New York Flow, hey, hey
Tunechikidd
For the babes, for the street
Nicko, The OG, from OG Kush to smoke
And the money to spend
The original devils, prr, prr
And in the remix
I brought you Pailita, El Jordan 23 and Brray, tell me what's up
Mom, tell me what's up, ha
(For her to dance, for her to enjoy)
For her to dance, for her to enjoy