Real till death, babe
This one's for you, listen, then
Babe, today I want to see you
When you're alone you call me
I'll pick you up in the sports car
With cash, there's plenty desire
Today I'm gonna take you with me
Mmm, to a private suite
Tonight is punishment, I'm gonna make you mine
Today I want to see you
When you're alone you call me
I'll pick you up in the sports car
I don't know if I'm going to hell
I pick you up in the Lamborghini Diablo
I touch your kitty and whisper in your ear
You're my Georgina and I'm your Ronaldo
I feel like Yankee drilling you
On Saturdays she goes out with her friends
They support each other and get over all the depressive nights
They dress up and put on makeup
They kill the heartbreak drinking tequila
Drunk at dawn she always hits me up
And she says to me, 'Babe, what you doing?'
You want that I come over
I say, 'Come, babe, but don't get married'
And she sends me the drooling emoji
With my tongue I took it out for you
You've got something that I don't know
I don't wanna think that I fell in love
Step out all loaded with the Glock
Without meaning to she got caught up with me
I'm your outlaw like Don, on, on, o-o-on
Today I want to see you
When you're alone you call me
I'll pick you up in the sports car
With cash, and plenty desire
I'm gonna take you with me
Tonight is punishment, I'm gonna make you mine
Today I want to see you
When you're alone you call me
I pick you up in the sports car with cash
There's plenty urge to talk to you
Look at how the fleeting could take us
I made her fall in love, my love
Even though you're real posh
You're a whole new ride and the others are so dull, baby
I can cruise you in the G-Wag
I do your hair and I do your nails
There's nobody else that can stand this rhythm of mine, I know it
Oh, my love, that little ass of yours enchanted me
After that workout you posted on Instagram
I left a message in your DMs right away
I'm alone too and I wanna punish you
I'm not cheap, I'll give you cash
I got the gift of gab to win you over
And also the street, baby
Real till death, babe
Real till death, you heard, motherf*cker?
Real till death, babe
You know, my love? Double A
From Barrio Antioquia
Trafficking kilos of music from PR to Colombia