I look happy, but only in old photos
God hears me and says, 'Wow, how this motherf*cker complains?
So many achievements that sometimes it's not even celebrated
If I smoke, I become paranoid, my mind never clears
My body is free, and my heart is behind the bars
People see a goat, and I'm just another sheep
So don't bother if I don't bother you
I don't answer calls or text messages
I swear I didn't want this
So don't bother if I don't bother you
I don't answer calls or text messages
Only to God when I lie down
And He told me that nobody is perfect
Bad Bunny is on another, the motherf*cker left
I'm going to change my number, we'll talk after
Look, who is the one throwing shots at me?
Okay, okay, tell him to write down my number there
This, 787, I don't care whatever you have to say, motherf*cker
Like Kobe in the Square Garden
I score 61, amen, may God protect you
They got scratched, what happened? Now it burns them?
I was going to sign for five, but they were late
Now I want twenty, it's more, make it thirty
This looks like a drug point, here the sales don't stop
This verse is worth a kilo of Fentanyl
If I pass with the fast one, and you're in the slow one
I get off with Custom, Benito with La Paciencia
Don't test me, motherf*cker, I have no patience
To give you a shot doesn't fuck with my conscience
The one from the new one that continues trending worldwide
The Bunny is Messi, I am Mbappé
We crown, we're on the escape route
Bad Bu told me to kill them
And I gave them checkmate
These people can't handle those squeezes
Let's get ready for the babes
It goes like this, Three Letters
I spit in your mouth and I pull your hair
I bury this dick in you and take you to heaven
She's from a magazine, she has the demeanor of a model
Lower the Moet, she doesn't drink Modelo
In the private jet, The King of the Skies
Putting it in, shh, snow falls from the sky
I am a scoundrel, I'm not Pablo Coelho
I always put it in, she's a bitch, she's in heat
Bring down your friends, we're the stormtroopers
Big booty, it doesn't fit in the Mini Cooper
You know that my movie is without blooper
We'll run your girl, like we did
I dress great, I'm an artist and stylist
To get married, I prefer a Riley
I like stars, the ones that are from Hollywood
Me, Bad Bu, the new number I write to Kylie, what?
How much do you want? Because I'll give them to you
I'll pay you, I have hundreds
Go ahead, use me, because that suits you
She gets fucked after she comes
She sends videos when I'm not around
Playing with her toy, screaming for me to come
Go ahead, babe, I do whatever you say
You notify when you look for the kid
How much do you want? Because I'll give them to you
I'll pay you, I have hundreds
Go ahead, use me, because that suits you
She gets fucked after she comes
She sends videos when I'm not around
Playing with her toy, screaming for me to come
A devil, she wants me to burn
She's crazy for me to make her a baby
Put the track again, from the beginning once more, go, go, go
They see me and walk backward, like Michael Jackson's thriller
Motherf*cker, I'm killing it, since I released "Diles"
Manny Ramirez, I hit it out of the park and then I catch them all in the fields
I put my dick in your girl's mouth to test the fillers
If she sucks me great, I pay her bills
If she licks my ass, I take her to the dealer
Babe, don't get attached, I'm not Jay Wheeler
I throw it in your face, concealer
Then I change my number and they can't reach me
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At the stripclub, I make the cash rain
Every Friday is my birthday bash
Girl, get your feet off the dash
I already lowered the zipper to show you Ash
I'll stick it in right here in the parking lot of Catch
Look at my feet, don't you have these?
Now I'm a model, the perfect look
Two thousand and twenty-four, who the hell wears Psycho Bunny?
This is not The Simpsons, motherf*cker, you are not Fat Tony, loser
You are puppets in quotation marks
They have a yacht to party on the shore
And me, for Tortola and the Antilles
The Bugatti has more flight hours than miles
Everyone knows that it's me without reading the board
The fame is my wife, the street is my lover
Be careful, Ja Morant, don't fuck up your knee
As a little kid, mum used to tell me to leave the crew
Forgive me, mom, but I'm with Luar La L
And a couple of whores in hotels, in the club throwing papers
Cocaine for those who sniff, a hit for anyone who sneaks in
Rub it, motherf*cker, I know that it hurts them
You don't make a hit-song even with Lele's notebook, no
Hey, Father, they're shitting themselves, buy the Pampers
Today I want a Puerto Rican girl who's ready for a gangster
Babe, move your ass, until I have a heart attack
And I'll pay you for the university, the laser and the implants