Tu Sicaria (feat. Beauty Brain)

Hey baby
What's up, daddy?
I have a little job for you
Tell me
You already know, mommy, the usual

Throw me data
Throw me, throw me, throw me, throw me, throw me
Throw me, throw me, throw me
Throw, look, look, look, look

Throw it to me
I'm your hitwoman
I get fancy, sprinkle some water
I'm not talking about the plant, I'm talking about the butt
I'm your hitwoman

I get fancy, sprinkle some water
I'm not talking about the plant, I'm talking about the butt
He blows me kisses
Like a bazooka
Tremendous ass
(Oh, what an ass, oh, how hot)

I go down to the floor and I don't apologize, daddy
Take off my shorts
Tremendous fry-up
In case you're hungry
You want my love

I'm your hitwoman
I get fancy, sprinkle some water
I'm not talking about the plant, I'm talking about the butt

I'm your hitwoman
I get fancy, sprinkle some water
I'm not talking about the plant, I'm talking about the butt
That you like

When I do it slow
Damn, I feel it
I don't waste time

I keep the gun under my skirt
I don't want money, I don't need it
When they ask me if I do it for free
Of course not, cutie

I'm your hitwoman
I get fancy, sprinkle some water
I'm not talking about the plant, I'm talking about the butt

I'm your hitwoman
I get fancy, sprinkle some water
I'm not talking about the plant, I'm talking about the butt

I'm your hitwoman, you already know
With the girl
Beauty Brain (Beauty Brain, Beauty Brain, Beauty Brain, Beauty Brain)