¿Tú Eres Loca?

Jonathan, so you know that I saw the song on your note, yes
If you release that shit, I want you to delete my number
Delete all your photos with me from Instagram
Remove my photo from WhatsApp profile
I'm not a joke to anyone
And it's good that you mentioned the dog because it was very expensive
High Quality on the beat
I'm going to take it, as you said, thank you

Do you think I'm going to cry for you? Are you crazy, bitch?
You're not better than weed, you're not better than lean
You're not better than Percs or better than a tri
Now I don't have to run away to go to the street

Your pussy is not better than the tussi, are you crazy, bitch?
I still have zero feelings, what do you expect from me?
I told you I loved you, oops, my bad, I lied to you
I pretended to love you, but I'm tired and I give up

Oops, oh, did I offend you? Damn, sorry, my bad
You wanted me, but I didn't feel a damn thing
I pretended because I just wanted to fuck you
It sounds cruel, but I don't give a damn about what you say

Your friend and your family don't mean a damn thing to me
It doesn't matter if your dad works in the police
It doesn't matter if you want to hook up with one of my niggas
I'll hook up with your friend and if I can, with your cousin

Do you think I'm going to cry for you? Are you crazy, bitch?
You're not better than weed, you're not better than lean
You're not better than Percs or better than a tri
Now I don't have to run away to go to the street

Take all your clothes and that dog I gave you
I want a new pussy, I already gave you
It's very easy for people to fall in love with me
Sometimes I wonder, why am I like this?

One played with me and I became
A real son of a bitch and I learned from the bitches
Adam trusted Eve and screwed up in Genesis
Fuck love, that's my nemesis

You're not better than my kilo block, bitch
You're not better than fame and money, bitch
I'm not going to cry, uh-uh, I'll change you, switch
Fuck your feelings, I feel nothing, bitch

Do you think I'm going to cry for you? Are you crazy, bitch?
You're not better than weed, you're not better than lean
You're not better than Percs or better than a tri
Now I don't have to run away to go to the street

Jon Z, men
Whoosh!

These bitches are like Christopher Columbus, they want gold
Mami, I'm already with myself, I'm not going to stay alone
In love with the checks
I touch myself, but I know that anyone can get to you

I didn't sell you dreams, mami, you fell asleep
I gave you the cold shoulder and you believed it
And you bit
When I came, and like Drake, I filled the condom with pique

I hit you like Gerard Piqué
There won't be a shortage of bitches as long as I make money
Fuck whoever you want, it won't bother me
I'm still stuck like a sticker

Bitch
The crazy, humble, and real one, damn
Duran The Coach
Cromo La X
High Quality