(Haha)
Yo', The Villain
Ptazeta
The machine gun, prrr

That girl is a babe, a real woman
That girl is a wicked one, a tigress
Suffer for a man? Those are ugly girl problems
She dresses really heavy so they can see her
That girl is a babe, a real woman
She's in a class of her own, she's not one of the crowd
And she doesn't let any damn flatterer get to her
So if you want to dance, the guaracha is to her rhythm (haha)

I don't pay her any mind
I throw it and she bats it
If your bitch goes "Pla", I flip her and she crawls to me
I'm dropping hard bars and it doesn't wobble
And if you want, ask for more
Tell the cat it's worth nothing (it's worth nothing)
That ass motivates me, harder than the Pippens
It's for posting a photo of that body every weekend
It's freaky
In the face and let it splash
I'm going to follow your boyfriend so he flips out
It sounds like a soundtrack
Like this locomotive hits you hard until you scream

That girl is a babe, a real woman
That girl is a wicked one, a tigress
Suffer for a man? Those are ugly girl problems
She dresses really heavy so they can see her
That girl is a babe, a real woman
She's in a class of her own, she's not one of the crowd
And she doesn't let any damn flatterer get to her
So if you want to dance, the guaracha is to her rhythm

A mommy, a little mommy
She always goes hard, hard, she never quits
A mommy, a little mommy
Everyone who sees her wants to eat her whole (yeah)

Machine, naughty, very hard, yes
He wants to see what I have between my legs and
I have him addicted, hooked with my frenzy
And even though he denies it, he always, always says yes
I send him the message and he replies, "I'll be there in five"
I'm the one in charge, I get on top and say, "Go there"
Cachi cachi, I'm smoking a lot of hash
I'm so ahead that no one can, catch me
I always come back home. Such a bitch, such a Lassie
He asks me if I love him, I answer, "Almost, almost"
Then he gets like a crazy man
But this is not love, this is damned sex

That girl is a babe, a real woman
That girl is a wicked one, a tigress
Suffer for a man? Those are ugly girl problems
She dresses really heavy so they can see her
That girl is a babe, a real woman
She's in a class of her own, she's not one of the crowd
And she doesn't let any damn flatterer get to her
So if you want to dance, the guaracha is to her rhythm

A mommy, a little mommy
She always goes hard, hard, she never quits
A mommy, a little mommy
Everyone who sees her wants to eat her whole
A mommy, a little mommy

Break Ptazeta, in the crazy house
A mommy, a little mommy
With the Villain and with the Juacko
Let's give it
Ah, you know kid
Ta, ta, ta

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