You call me "Butaquera"
I get on your ship, I roll you
I play the songs that you like the most
The real one
We hide the guns in the glove compartment

I enter a fine, very guacha chant
Very turra, very facha, I like your axe
With all the guys in the wide truck
I put on boots if they muddy the field
It's not the ship, it's the pilot
You call me "Butaquera", in your tutu I put my butt
Let's take a couple of photos while you hang your motorcycle
With this Barbie as co-pilot
If your boyfriend doesn't hang it, queen, for me you're single
I'm a great second, I don't care to be first
If your boyfriend doesn't speed up, queen, for me you're single
I'm taking over the scene

Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten
Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten
Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten
Brr, your CR purrs like a kitten, it suits you

Butaquera
Put on your bucaneras
Chop up what I have in my wallet
Cut that bud with scissors

E-e-e-she is my little gaucho
She likes the pilots
I like it when she dances
When she moves her butt
She likes the turritos
With gold chains
She doesn't buy with the chetos
She doesn't buy with the parrots
And I'm dressed in Lacoste
I love it when she serves dessert
I like to see you naked
That she asks for a chirlo in her butt
I like her to be daring
That she goes forward if they stir her
That she makes a move, makes money
When they see her from afar, they know that

Butaquera
I like it when she puts the truck in first gear
Of all these turra, you are the one that gets to me
I'm the one you like, it's EL NOBA and it resonates with you

Butaquera
Put on your bucaneras
Chop up what I have in my wallet
Cut that bud with scissors

(Butaquera)
(Butaquera)
(Butaquera)
(Butaquera)

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