A200 (remix) (part. Luck Ra, Paulo Londra, Jairo Vera, LIT killah y Bayron Fire)

Ha ha
(Going down Vespucio at 200)
Yeah
I brought you the remix of the year

I'm ready to leave, give me your coordinates
Wait for me dressed in Dolce & Gabbana
And let the others know that you are only mine
And that's not going to change, no matter what I do, yoh

Prr-prr, prr
I'm on my way to find you, going down Vespucio at 200
Push back your seat, wait for me ready
Mommy, I am your artist, and my time is coming
Envy surrounds me

My cat has to jump to get her jeans up
She's big and she doesn't even go to the gym
He has the tattoos that I like
Mom, when do I have it?
No clothes in my room? Let me know when
Mommy, I'll look for you and lock you in my room
That kitten of yours has me fed up
It doesn't come out, I see you, I kiss you and I break you

Because now we're full, we're full
Andamo' ready, thanks to God, for envy, health
We're full, we're full
The idiots taking out the stagecoach, ask how I am
Well, since you're not walking

Baby, I'm going at the speed of sound
I promised that if he hit me, I would spend everything with you
There's a bit of trouble outside, but I'm still walking calmly
Because I remember how you whispered in my ear

Pretty baby, say you're ready
Tonight is not for you to be alone
Today we can start with cleri
Afterwards we finish with some piscola

Oh-oh, it's so easy to lose control
When you send your location
I get on the big machine

And I'm on my way to find you, going down Vespucio at 200
Pushing back the seat, wait for me ready
Mommy, I am your artist, now it's my time
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (prr)

They want to see my head where my LV goes
They expect to see me fall, but the more the baby rises
Even though evil surrounds me, with you I feel on cloud nine
Counting orange and blue trees

Because now we're full, we're full (prr, prr, prr)
And we are ready thanks to God, and because of envy, health
We're full, we're full
The idiots taking out the stagecoach, ask how I am
Well, since you don't walk (listen to the chorus, mommy)

I'm on my way to find you, arriving in Cordoba at 200
Push back your seat, wait for me ready
Mommy, I'm your artist, come and let's live the moment
I will make you mine for life (Jairo Vera)

I am surrounded by falsehood, a lot of fame and money at my young age
They want a lot of what's mine, but it wasn't given to them and it won't be given to them either
Because you were born for me and no one else
I'm going to go with the one who calms me down, my girl, the only one who knows about loyalty

I've been wanting you for a long time, I'm going to take off that cleavage
This is until it crashes, the idiots who pay protection
I'm the only devil that lets me touch you
I didn't waste my time, I was here for you to get you off the block (hey, what?)

She took a selfie of me, I'm taking it, no matter what?
Everyone wants me to kiss you, my POV, hey
I fulfill all your fantasies
And I give him what he loves
Tell me, mommy, if you want me to do things for you in different places?
Mommy, get on my ship
So we can warm up
He doesn't want a fool changing his plans
He likes the royals
Wait for me, I

I'm on my way to pick you up, I'm going down the route to 200
Pushing back the seat, wait for me ready
Mommy, I am your artist, and I am already in the moment
Envy surrounds me, but I walk fast, not slow

I'm going in the Cherokee to the matatan
The fools envy me, but they don't give
They want to reach me, but they bounce off
Sultan's court, they are not for me

And they are trapped, Italian cut, the most expensive
Mommy, I'm coming for you, I'm putting on a mask
I am the most expensive product

I know I'm not getting pregnant, I'm the damn one who makes you songs
Today I paid myself with more than 100 luquita', choose one 'cordone'
Let's go wherever you want and I'll pay for all your vacations
Your complete artist has never been inhibited like this 'guy'

Because now we're full, we're full (prr)
And we are ready thanks to God, and because of envy, health
Andamo' full, andamo' full (andamo' full)
The idiots taking out the stagecoach ask how I am
Well, since you don't walk

(Prr, I'm on my way to find you, going down Vespucio at 200)
(Put your seat back, wait for me ready)
(We love you, Berrio BB)