Yeah-yeah
Hey, hey
Cris MJ
“The One Who Sounds the Most”
(Hey)
I make it good for you so you always remember me
In case you lose me tomorrow
Your body tempts me and I don’t know what to do with it
You make me sin again
I know your wickedness, don’t act innocent
You have your private account
I like riding you on top
She knows she’s for me even as time passes, yeah
How does she move like that? She tells me to go gentle, yeah
She’s looking for some action
And I fulfill whatever she wants
Careful, no one sees us
And she models the panties for me
I know, baby, your wickedness
I also know what you’re up to
You’re a disguised devil
In my bed, I make you jump, muah
I put my chains on you and I break you
She celebrates in August and tells me I’m crazy
I toast those fools
I make the party explode and I ride you in the Lambo, ah
You don’t even realize
That I’m cheating on you, mommy, I’m your Beretta
Your butt squeezes me tight
Come, let’s have a party so you’ll be happy
I know, baby, your wickedness
I also know what you’re up to
You’re a disguised devil
I’m going to make you jump
I make it good for you so you always remember me
In case you lose me tomorrow
Your body tempts me and I don’t know what to do with it
You make me sin again
I know your wickedness, don’t act innocent
You have your private account
I like riding you on top
In the Lamborghini lighting a Phillie
All dressed in AMIRI and the Louis V cap
That mini is so hot, mommy, get freaky
I’m going to take off those bikinis
You know that kitty’s mine
Whenever you want, mommy, I’ll give it to you
I don’t back down to anyone on the street
I walk wickedly, always quiet
Come with me and let’s go far away
Ask for whatever you want, we won’t spare
Explore the whole world
In the Louis Vuitton, we’ll get down to business
So you don’t forget
(I make it good for you so you always remember)
In case you lose me tomorrow
Your body tempts me and I don’t know what to do with it, haha
You make me sin again
I know your wickedness, don’t act innocent, ah
You have your private account, tra, tra, tra
I like riding you on top, yeah, yeah
(Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Yeah, yeah
Tell me, Nes
MJ
And in the rhythms
The 17
Tell me, Distobal
(In the Lamborghini lighting a Phillie)
We’re killing it
Go, Reelian
(All dressed in AMIRI and the Louis V cap
That mini is so hot, mommy, get freaky)
Making all the cats twerk
Hit ’em with rat-a-tat-tat
(In the Lamborghini lighting a Phillie)
Haha
(In the Lamborghini lighting a Phillie)
We’re killing it
We’re killing it
(I take off your bikinis)