Bootie Call (feat. Rhayra)

Drunk on the road after another concert
I was born crooked, this dick can't be fixed
They speak ill of me, don't say anything concrete
They can throw stones, I have a concrete roof
A house by the sea, another in the mountains
The view from the top floor, I scratch the sky, for real
When you make money, even the family gets weird
The more a guy fishes, the less he likes piranhas
A guy goes hunting, Don-G likes steak
Show more crowded than a rally, no time for campaigns
FS is for life, falsehood doesn't take root
They come against us in a war that's won
In a German drill, I loosen up a bit
I tell the driver that the destination is stopped
So we're not in a hurry, take it easy, old man
Even arriving at the door, my phone rings, damn

Booty, booty call
You turn me on, beautiful you are, you are

Hey
Old man, take it easy, make a U-turn
The moment turns cupid, when temptation teases you
Reason loses its reason, when emotion finds us
And it's in the midst of lust that tension relaxes
Thinking with the lower head, emotion stains us
And can't be erased, the past has no eraser
She says: Still taking long? I'm all messed up
I'm on the 25, my destination is Almada
She sends photos, I say: Exaggerate
Now we're in a hurry, old man, accelerate
I arrived speeding like a 20-year-old
As soon as I entered, I slept
I woke up the next day, damn

What do you mean? You said you were going to make it happen and you're there sleeping?
I don't understand, but I'm waiting for you
I'll wait for you to wake up, and then we'll see

Booty, booty call
You turn me on, beautiful you are, you are