Mommy, you touch yourself thinking about me
Of the night I ate you
And I left after doing it everywhere
Baby, tell her you don't know about me
So she'll keep trusting you and when you go to the gym
She won't know we're lovers
Baby, turn off your phone
Ours is in bed, nothing more
And it's that in secret we enjoy it more
And turn off your cell phone
And that's how love on the Street sounds, baby
The real pressure, asshole
Just like that, her friend Chinito Pacas
The C, the two and the four, little one
Shorty, don't call me here anymore
Because I have her next to me, and I've already seen myself
If she finds out, it'll be a mess
Fancy, I already turned you on with Harley Quinn
You look so hot like that
Get out of here asking me to code you
Baby, turn off your phone
Ours is in bed, nothing more
It's that you enjoy it more in secret
And turn off your cell phone
And don't let them know what this guy does to you