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What's up, spring vibe?
From Irapuato, mommy, rrr
Uf, uf, uf, what a big ass
That ass must shit chocolates
Uf, how delicious
Something cool, mommy, get close to the pole, or what?
Yes or no? What's up, spring vibe?
What's up, spring vibe?
Mommy, what's up, spring vibe?
Who's your daddy?
Yes or no? What's up, spring vibe?
What's up, spring vibe?
Mommy, what's up, spring vibe?
Who's your daddy?
I'm gonna whip out my d*ck and give you breakfast
Make you vomit, release pure light milk
I stick my fingers in you at the movies, in the last row
Until you feel like you're gonna pee
Your boyfriend doesn't know sh*t, he's not on the list
And he spends his time on Instagram hitting on artists
I want to operate on you and have you appear in the magazine
You'll shine brighter if you're with the one who shines
Ra-ta-ta-ta, the rich bastard
I like b*tches and cats too
I like them all, classy and trashy
I like trans women, I love girls
I like all types, that's why I stick my d*ck in them
Give me your saliva to smear your cl*t
The boss has arrived, only Tito is above me
If you're already seventeen and you're not scared, I'm not scared
Yes or no? What's up, spring vibe?
What's up, spring vibe?
Mommy, what's up, spring vibe?
Who's your daddy?
Yes or no? What's up, spring vibe?
What's up, spring vibe?
Mommy, what's up, spring vibe?
Who's your daddy?
Who gives better head? Well, obviously you
Your sweat tastes like salty beach water from Cancun
Your p*ssy tastes like tuna, and without autotune
If I eat your ass? Well, O-O-Ovy On The Drums
Bye-bye, what's up with that Barrita Marinelo?
Either I'm the sh*t or it came out of pure luck
I don't know, I only know that I'm the grandfather
And you put it on me like a dog's leg
He-he-hehe, all crooked
I'll break your shaft, mamasota
Don't have a complex, you're rich
In my mouth is where I want your drool
The gains of you never ever die
In that cockroach I cast you Raid
The forty five stops me very hard
I'll replace you with some Tommy Hilfiger Bombays
Yes or no? Or what spring roll?
What spring roll?
Mommy, what spring roll?
Who is your daddy?
Yes or no? Or what spring roll?
What spring roll?
Mommy, what spring roll?
Who is your daddy?
The only king of morbidity
The owner of reggaeton champagne
From Irapuato, Guanajuato
Aluminum Mix
Tensec, brr
Two thousand always, the perreo that does not expire
And what spring roll?
Morbid King
JB Entertainment
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