Kilerito English Translation Lyrics by Brytiago
Uh-ah
Real to death, baby
Real to death, baby
Uh-ah
The work and the sticks in the closet
In the system, to mess with you, 512
These bastards want to kill me
Maybe tomorrow my soul might rest
Don’t play me and wake up in the Feds
There’s three hundred grand in the Mercedes nail
Take it and quit
Never forget I’m the devil who’ll make you burn in hell
Kile-kilerito, you’re my little model
I’m your Pablo, you’re my little duck
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me so well
To not finish, 512 is my remedy
Kile-kilerito, you’re my little model
I’m your Pablo, you’re my little duck
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me so well
To not finish, 512 is my remedy
I take off your panties, I lay you sideways
I put it in the floor, like at concerts Rauw does
And like Jhayco’s beef, I leave it buried
I come without going anywhere
I’m your Chapo, your kitty is my federal
I have to add that I give you a hard poke, bad girl
Light up like Tego, outlaw, and you start smoking
We screw with a view of the sea
Her body is nature, wickedness, and beauty
With delicacy, she’s my queen, and her highness doesn’t leave my mind
Enter my thing and you process it
In your tight kitty, as if you were locked up
I smear it with strawberry syrup
We always eat each other, never on top of the table, eh
I’m your Mario, you’re the princess
I break you all without breaking your promises
I brought you some toys from PinkCherry’s sex shop
Today screwing, we do the fifth part of Toy Story, brr
That ass is mine, this thing is Boricua
Together we resemble JLo and Alex Rodri’
Kile-kilerito, you’re my little model
I’m your Pablo, you’re my little duck
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me so well
To not finish, 512 is my remedy
Kile-kilerito, you’re my little model
I’m your Pablo, you’re my little duck
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me so well
To not finish, 512 is my remedy
That ass is well exaggerated
I’ll pay for anything, we’re crowned
I never take it out of you, I stay stuck
And when we finish, you leave it up
And, mommy, you’re mine
Just like all the merchandise
And I have the puppets hunting by day
And sending kilos through the breakdown
And I’m thinking of you
Spending what I made, wrapped in all your kisses
In love with you and how I did it to you
You know I make your skin crawl
I know you’re streetwise and that’s where my roots are
Yeah, runway style, sworn it’s like a novel
If it’s up to her, we’d let ourselves be seen
And she steals the scene, it’s like a sentence
I’m older and she taught me to learn
The work and the sticks in the closet
In the system, to mess with you, 512
These bastards want to kill me
Maybe tomorrow my soul might rest
Don’t play me and wake up in the Feds
There’s three hundred grand in the Mercedes nail
Take it and quit
Never forget I’m the devil who’ll make you burn in hell
Kile-kilerito, you’re my little model
I’m your Pablo, you’re my little duck
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me so well
To not finish, 512 is my remedy
Kile-kilerito, you’re my little model
I’m your Pablo, you’re my little duck
Mommy, how delicious, you fuck me so well
To not finish, 512 is my remedy
Brytiago, baby
La Doble A
Brr
Uh-ah, uh-ah
Anuel