TRANKA (feat. Omar Varela)

Omar, something's wrong
But chill
I got high-waisted pants, I got big rims
I got a killer haircut that you love
Come on, baby, dance
'Cause tonight I'm the one singing
And that kitty wants me to tear it up

But chill
I got high-waisted pants, I got big rims
I got a killer haircut that you love
Come on, baby, dance
'Cause tonight I'm the one singing
And that kitty wants me to tear it up

Move the booty
It's valued like Donald Trump
And like Alejo, I have the harpoon
You're a real hottie
Come on, baby, let's go and your friend for the threesome

That girl is cursed
All night she wants holy water
The jealous ones always criticize her
They always envy her
She goes hand in hand with her little friend
If there's trouble, they get all worked up

With the buddies, real cool
With the posh chicks, so lame
I brought something to drink
Light it up, light it up

With the buddies, real cool
With the posh chicks, so lame
I brought something to drink
Light it up

But chill, that kitty never gets stuck on me
I saw her at the dance and I stuck to her like a stamp
She wants me to punish her
Boldly, aggressively

Oh, that kitty's got me so bad
Thinking if I'll eat it today or tomorrow
I stuck to her phenomenally
Because that kitty is criminal

But chill
I got high-waisted pants, I got big rims
I got a killer haircut that you love
Come on, baby, dance
'Cause tonight I'm the one singing
And that kitty wants me to tear it up

But chill
I got high-waisted pants, I got big rims
I got a killer haircut that you love
Come on, baby, dance
'Cause tonight I'm the one singing
And that kitty wants me to tear it up

Today I'm gonna drink
And I know I'm gonna eat that kitty
And I'll call you later
To do it again, baby, one more time

I don't know how that kitty holds up
The pressure, it's impressive
That you like to do it without a condom
I have the gift
What gift did you have, Omar?

I have the gift of eating you up
Obsession to dance on you
Obligation to find you
Protection to screw you
Understanding to calm you down
Condition to escape

She doesn't want a healthy cat, she doesn't want a businessman
She wants a thug who screws her daily
Fill her closet, spend my salary
To buy her some pearls and a couple of bodyguards
(Oh no, Lauty, that's too much)

But chill
I got high-waisted pants, I got big rims
I got a killer haircut that you love
Come on, baby, dance
'Cause tonight I'm the one singing
And that kitty wants me to tear it up

This is Gram
The one who wears his cap backwards
And makes your girl go bang bang

From the bottom
To the throne
Omar, something's wrong
But chill