HOOKA

Burning the hookah, I can't see your chip even with a magnifying glass
I do the Kamasutra to your girlfriend
Now don't call, because the money is coming to me
Here we spend on family, not on whores

Sutra, send me your pack
I have a couple of friends who spend their time escaping the police
We hook up a couple of babies, I take the most sutra
Without any of these fools arguing with me

Shoot Pailita to the corner with the Brazuca
The cars are tinted and they carry the bazooka in the back
It doesn't matter if they fine us or if the cops ruin the party
With my people we still start the fight

I make them move their necks and the girls their butts
We're hitting songs as if they were TikTok
On your butt knock knock, and to your boyfriend bang bang with the Glock
In bed, I'll give it to you until you scream: Oh, my God!

I compose while I put it on you, pills with mushrooms
I suppose that's how you get flirty, I don't object
The tracks loosen up with me and I'm not even tall
Turn around, that's how I get horny

Hit that pelvis, while I'm unprepared
I'm not Elvis Presley, but I leave you turned on
Come on, my lady, take off your dress
You're going to nod to this sound

Burning the hookah, I can't see your chip even with a magnifying glass
I do the Kamasutra to your girlfriend
Now don't call, because the money is coming to me
Babies are chasing me as if they were the cops

Burning the hookah, I can't see your chip even with a magnifying glass
I do the Kamasutra to your girlfriend
Now don't call, because the money is coming to me
Babies are chasing me as if they were the cops

Now we fly, we crown
We walk around everywhere, we generate
They call the stage and we explode in the discotheque
We nod to the women and they get flirty

Here we have lyrics, I look like a library
You sing yes, but fake lyrics
I already won the diploma of singing without having any scholarship
I left your girlfriend wet, with you she was dry

We're all about goals, achieving goals
We suck tits and you're a horn
She tells you she's going out, riding her bike
But she goes to my house, so I can put it in (fake, fake, fake)

Fake, they're all losers
I'm playing in commercials and also in the street
Here we're joseando the whole week
So I can pay my little brother's scholarship

The girls with battery eyes, my crew doesn't wait in line
My friend sharpens your girlfriend
You're just a monkey, gorilla, not even good for a backpack
We always arrive at the party with tequila

And burning the hookah
I can't see your chip even with a magnifying glass
Now the money is coming to me
El Casti controlling the baton (nothing more)

Burning the hookah, I can't see your chip even with a magnifying glass
I do the Kamasutra to your girlfriend
Now don't call, because the money is coming to me
Babies are chasing me as if they were the cops

Burning the hookah, I can't see your chip even with a magnifying glass
I do the Kamasutra to your girlfriend
Now don't call, because the money is coming to me
Babies are chasing me as if they were the cops