Bellako Puñeta

F*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy
Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off, jerk off
F*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy
Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off, (musicologist), jerk off

Give it to me good
She eats it like sushi
Swallows it and never says yuck
High as a kite
Forty in the Gucci wallet
My girl all dolled up in Emilio Pucci
With the license plate
My life is a f*cking movie and it's forever smoking
A ridiculous amount
One Adderall, my jaw hurts
My crew is exclusive, not for everyone
Don't be ridiculous and step into my cubicle with your foot, I have my people making circles
Buckle up like I did for reggaeton and I have you as my children
Here's the baby bottle

F*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy
Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off, jerk off
F*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy, f*ckboy
Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off, jerk off

You're all trash, don't be threatening me
I'm always with the same ones at home
I don't lend myself to be used
And I don't suck anyone off because I'm in charge here
F*ckboy jerk off, damn, what a combo this is
Musicologist and Zeta, baby the recipe
I brought reggaeton because I know you were on a diet
Turn up the music so the party starts
I travel without seeing, turn up the music so the party starts
Loony, loony, loony
(F*ckboy jerk off, Jon Z)
Turn up the music so the party starts
Turn up the music so the party starts
Turn up the music so the party starts

A f*ckboy session on the wall in the dark where you can't see
Tell me how you want it, face to face or from behind
You make me horny when you post ass pics online
To give it to you without slipping, baby, I got hooked on the braids
Because you're all wet, I'm the best one to give it to you
She screamed it: Sworn by Allah
She's a masochist and likes it rough
All these little b*tches talk, but none of them are worth anything
If I pull it out it goes prrr, we change the clip and it goes prrr
B*stard, if you act tough it goes prrr
If it sounds like LR it goes rrr
We change the clip and it goes click clack
If you're acting tough, I'll come back and light it up, b*stard

Alright, the lyrics, the L
The G for, b*stard
Look, tell me, Jon Z
Look, tell me, Musi
We keep putting pressure on these b*stards
What's up, b*stard?
We're gonna take over the clubs too, if I pull it out it goes prrr
Change the clip and it goes prrr