DE MARAVISHA (feat. NATHY PELUSO)

Yo
Yeah
Yo
Yeah

Pull up, pull up, catch the flow
Smooth style, I'm like Hannah Montana
I do whatever I feel like
I’m Latina, but I rap like a German

It's hot here, we got the beat
We got the steak, we got the crew
Hair pulled back, tomboy vibe
Cookin' up trouble, bringing the chaos

Philosophy with mayo
In front of the mirror, pure beauty
Sex, danger, sex, cherry
And math on the table

Little heels, little Prada hats
I woke up looking stoned
I'm Peluso, I'm my mama's daughter (mama)
And I don't have a little dog barking at me

If you're not a bitch, you're stressed
I'll leave you fried like a schnitzel
Tasty like a Portuguese
A queen, if you ask me, I'm adored and revered

Hot like YOVNGCHIMI
Trafficking olive oil in a Tumi
I show up late and don't say: Sorry
I'm the boss, I don't say: Please

I'm not pleased, baby, you're fired
I'm hitting high notes, a sharp, perfect pitch
What I have is a forbidden product
Ah, I don't even know where I got it (damn it)

Stop, stop, pull, pull, I'm feeling good
And I wanna get all dolled up in the bathroom like a bad girl
I always gotta bring the flair, classy face
Ice-cold smile, frozen, diamond-like

With Tokischa, we're killing it
With Tokischa, we're killing it
With Tokischa, we're killing it
With Tokischa, we're killing it

With Tokischa, we're killing it
I ask her: What do you want?, and she says: Let's party
Listening to Don Omar in the kitchen
You can tell I love living in the hustle

Oh, I want a little kitty that cries and scratches me
That calls me mamacita, that misses me
And-and-and-and dances reggaeton for me
Where it burns, she pours lemon juice on it

Pussy cat, mama, pussy tight, pussy boss
I rock my thong above the denim line
With my tits out to catch some sun
Tom Ford perfume, Christian Dior lipstick

Minimal clothing, wine in hand, I'm hot
Dangerous diva, a streetwise mobster
That ass is juicy like Argentinian beef
I eat it with my hands at an office table

With Tokischa, we're killing it
I ask her: What do you want?, and she says: Let's party
Listening to Don Omar in the kitchen
You can tell I love living in the hustle

Cooking up some fun, getting wild
Sweating, girl, let's get it on

Cash in my wallet
I go to the bank dressed in Gucci
I don't say I love you to just anyone
Marijuana with Natasha Beluchi