Besinho (feat. La Joaqui)

I fight with Mayweather for her
I would lower every single star
I would invite her to have more drinks
Because all I want is with her

Oh, what a woman
Always saying we have chemistry
That with me everything is perfect
And that with someone else she's not happy

Oh, what a woman
It feels so good to lay on her chest
We always end up both satisfied
Hugging and looking at the ceiling

She doesn't fight me for likes, never gave me a strike
There's no one like her, always hello, never bye
And if we're far, we do it online
Come on, now turn on your webcam
So the haters go away
That woman is my match
And if we do it, it won't explode

Your body is a sculpture
Kissing your mouth is a beauty
Lots of little kisses, lots of waist
Since everything is sweet, no bitterness

I fill you with likes and you don't miss the timing
Baby, you and I combining styles
I paint in Off-White and you like Nike
That precious face surpassing all rankings

Oh, what a man
I swear I want to become your woman
I want us to keep giving each other pleasure
I want us to be together at dawn

You only give me happiness, ah-ah
I think you have my other half, ah-ah
Without reproaches and without jealousy
I set it up, I turn it on

Oh, what a woman
Always saying we have chemistry
That with me everything is perfect
And that with someone else she's not happy

Oh, what a woman
It feels so good to lay on her chest
We always end up both satisfied
Okay, it's him, it's Peipper

She likes me to hit her with my chain in the face
I like her body and that she's so bad
She likes my quirks and the way she talks to me
I like her and she likes me

And she also likes me to whisper in her ear while we do it
That we make love, finish and turn on
I'm obsessed with the way we eat each other
Rich-Rich when we see each other

Hey, it's Peipper (oh, what a woman)
And La Joaqui, huh (always saying we have chemistry)
(That with me everything is perfect)
The real beautiful game (and that with someone else she's not happy)
Mwah, little kiss (oh, what a woman)
What's up, Quix? (It feels so good to lay on her chest)
It's becoming a habit (we always end up both satisfied)