TELEFONO NUEVO (feat. Bad Bunny)

I see myself happy, but only in old photos
God hears me and says: Wow, how this bastard complains
So many achievements that sometimes aren't even celebrated
If I smoke, I become paranoid, my mind never clears, ha

My body is free and my heart behind bars
People see a goat and I'm another sheep
I'm just another sheep, hey

So don't bother me if I don't bother you
I don't answer calls or text messages
Fame, ha, I detest it
I swear, I didn't want this

So don't bother me if I don't bother you
I don't answer calls or text messages
Only to God when I go to bed
And He told me that nobody is perfect, ha

But well, that's how it was
Bad Bunny is on another level, the bastard left
I'm going to change my number, we'll talk later—

(The number you have dialed has been changed)
What?
(The new number) three letters
Hello (the new number)
Hey, who's hitting on me? (Who is it?)
Go on, tell them to write down my number there (write it down, write it down)
This 787, without bullshit, you have whatever you have to say, bastard
I'm the toughest (what?)

Like Kobe in the Square Garden
I score 61, amen, may God keep you
They got mad, what happened? Now it burns them?
I was going to sign for five, but they were too late
Now I want twenty, no, make it thirty
This seems like a point, the sales don't stop here
This teasing is worth a kilo of Fenta
If I pass by quickly and you're in the slow lane

I get off with Custom, Benito, with La Paciencia
Don't test me, bastard, I have no patience
Giving you a shot doesn't bother my conscience
The one from the new wave that's still trending worldwide

El Conejo is Messi, I'm Mbappé
We crown, we're on the escape route
(Hey, L, what do we do with all these bastards?)
Ha, Bad Bu told me to kill them
And I gave them checkmate

(Ha, ha, these people can't handle that pressure)
(Let's get ready for the baby girls, that's what Tres Letra says)

I spit in your mouth and pull your hair
I bury this thing and take you to heaven
She's magazine material, has a model's demeanor
Bring down the Moët, she doesn't drink Modelo

In the private jet, The Lord of the Skies
Getting it in, shh, snow falls from the sky
I'm a scoundrel, I'm not Pablo Coelho
I always put it on her, she's a bitch in heat

Bring your friends, we're the stormtroopers
Big booty, doesn't fit in the Mini Cooper, ha
You know my movie is without bloopers
We run the cat, like we did to— (what?)

I dress like a boss, I'm an artist and stylist
To get married, I prefer a Riley
I like stars, the ones from Hollywood
Me, Bad Bu, give Kylie Cube's new number, what?

How much do you want? I'll give it to you
I'll cover you, I have hundreds
Go ahead, use me, it's in your best interest
She gets messed up after she comes

Sends videos when I'm not around
Playing with the toy, screaming for it to arrive
Go ahead, mommy, I'll do what you order
Let me know when you're looking for the boy

How much do you want? I'll give it to you
I'll cover you, I have hundreds
Go ahead, use me, it's in your best interest
She gets messed up after she comes

She sends me videos when I'm not around
Playing with the toy, screaming for it to arrive
A devil, wants me to burn
She's crazy for me to give her a baby

Play the track again, again
From the beginning, again
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, ha, yes, yes, hey

They see me and walk backwards
Michael Jackson, we planted the Thriller
Bastard, I'm stuck, pu, since I dropped Diles
Manny Ramirez
I hit it out of the park and then catch them all in the fields
I put the thing in your cat's mouth, ha, to test the fillers
If she sucks me well, I pay off her bills
If she licks my ass, I take her to the dealer
Hey, I take her to the dealer

Mommy, don't get fancy, I'm not Jay Wheeler
I throw it in your face concealer, ha
Then I change my number and they can't find me

Yes, I know, men are trash
In the brothel, go, Balcarce street
Every Friday is my birthday bash, ha
Girl, take your feet off the dash
I unzipped to show you, ash
I'll put it in right here in the Catch parking lot, ha, hey

Look at my feet, don't you have these?
Now I'm a model, the perfect look, hey
2024, who the hell uses Psycho Bunny?
This isn't The Simpsons, bastard, you're not Fat Tony, cowboy

You guys are puppets in quotes
You have a yacht to party on the shore, ha
And I go to Tortola and the Antilles
Hey, the Bugatti has more flight hours than miles
Everyone knows it's me without reading the sign

Fame is my wife, the street is my scream
Be careful, Ja Morant, don't mess up your knee, hey, ha
Since I was little, mommy told me to leave the group
Forgive me, mom, but I'm with Luar La L
And a couple of whores in hotels, throwing papers, ha
Coke for those who sniff, a slap for anyone who sneaks in, hey
Rub yourself, bastard, I know it hurts you
You can't hit a hit even with Lele's notebook, no, hey

Hey, father, you're screwed, buy some Pampers, hey
Today I want a Taína who's ready for a gangster
Mommy, shake that ass, hey, until I have a heart attack
And I'll pay for your uni, laser, and implants