LYRICS GAME

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

I'm just another sheep

So don't bother if I don't bother you

I don't answer calls or text messages

The fame, I detest it

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

But that's how it was

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

I am the toughest

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

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