Lisa

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa
No one can hold her
Lisa, Lisa, oh
She drew a rose on her butt, Versace bag she collects
The criminal of pure lust (the tattoo reads damnation)
The famous one from Tik Tok
She's a bandit who carries a Glock
In the flock she flies in the boldo
In Acapulco she sits in the Porsche
Silicone, gel nails, independent, honey eyes
It's melody, it's auto tune (it's the boss dressed in style)

She kills you with her look
She kills you with her look, huh?
She kills you with her look
She kills you with her look

She's independent, but what a badass chick
She unfolds some ideas if you give her
For those who doubt, even a breeze and she flips
Imagine those guys with twisted talk
Adventure avenue, she drives
The jealous ones she ignores
If it's romance, she dives in
(If it's a fling, she takes it and leaves)
She makes a boom that's to stay chill
Takes a Jack with Red Bull
Dolce & Gabbana she becomes the boss
If Mandrake stays, Juju jumps
She's a thousand volts
Gets shocked
K-pop fan
Counts the loot
She's a Barbie
Carries a Glock
She counts on God and not on luck

She kills you with her look, huh?
She kills you with her look-ah-ah-ah
She kills you with her look, huh?
She kills you with her look, huh?

Damn Soneca is producing too much-s-s-s
Producing too much-s-s-s