Butakera (feat. Alan Gomez y EL NOBA)

You tell me butakera
I get on your ship, I roll you
I play the songs you like the most
The real ones
We hide the guns in the glove compartment

I enter a fine, wild flirtation
Very tawdry, very stylish, I like your style
With all the guys in the truck, very wide
I put on boots if they mess up the field

It's not the ship, it's the pilot
You tell me butakera, I put my all in your tutu
Let's take a couple of photos, while you hang your bike
With this Barbie as a co-pilot

If your boyfriend doesn't hang it, queen, you're single for me
I'm a high second, I don't care about being first
If your boyfriend doesn't accelerate, queen, you're single for me
I'm taking over the scene

Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten
Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten
Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten
Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten, you're good

Butakera, put on your boots
Cut what I have in my wallet
Cut that bud with scissors

She's my little cowgirl, she likes pilots
I like it when she dances, when she moves her butt
She likes the tough guys with gold chains
She doesn't buy with the rich, she doesn't buy with the parrots

And I'm dressed in Lacoste
I love it when she serves dessert
I like to see you naked
Asking for a slap on the butt

I like her to be daring
To go forward if they provoke her
To make a move, make money
When they see her from afar they know that

Butakera, I like it when she puts it in first gear in the truck
Of all these tawdry girls, you're the one who gets to me
I'm the one you like, it's EL NOBA and it sounds familiar

Butakera, put on your boots
Cut what I have in my wallet
Cut that bud with scissors

(Butakera, put on your boots)
(Butakera, put on your boots)