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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Yaisel LM
Yaisel LM
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Leonardo Felipe Yasmil
Leonardo Felipe Yasmil
Songwriter
Mareo Williams
Mareo Williams
Songwriter
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Songwriter
Yaisel Manuel Erazo Coronado
Yaisel Manuel Erazo Coronado
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Producer
Tiernan Cranny
Tiernan Cranny
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Mattes
Aaron Mattes
Mixing Engineer
Leo RD
Leo RD
Producer

Lyrics

(Ayy, that's Snell) Let me start it by sayin' Catalina, she a real dick pleaser Make it hard for me to leave her, kinda walk like a cheetah Knock the pussy out the park like my name Derek Jeter She a bad mamacita, very fine dick eater (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha), dale (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha), do what I say (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha), dale Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (dale) Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (dance, foo-foo) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (do what I say) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (dale) I done seen all type of girls, all the girls in the world Straight hair and the curl, big booty, petite, the in-between type of girls They ain't fuckin' with you, girl, what's a diamond to a pearl? Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Catalina Can you fuck me in the Bimmer? In the Bimmer? In the Bimmer? You a squirter or a creamer? Or a creamer? Or a creamer? Put my dick up in between ya, 'tween ya, 'tween ya, mami I ain't gotta keep it on me, pussy bustin' like a gun, gun Stick it and stick it and dick it, dick it, don't you run, run Say that I'm trippin', I keep on fuckin' 'til you cum, cum Pull out and nut on her titty, look like a Hon' Bun From the back, ass fat, you a trap, might attack You lean, crack, codeine, and all of that On my lap, you sat, pussy camera contact With the dick, I was holdin' back, back, back And I slam like Shaq, your pussy the basket The girl Catalina pussy, the fattest Cat in the Hat, underneath, what is that? Never mind, it's NLE dick in her panties (dale) Catalina, Ca-Ca-Catalina No aparenta na', cualquiera cree que e' una prima Vamo' a rapa' que 'tá nubla'o, solo mira el clima Vamo' a ver si te animas a hacerlo atrá' de la cortina (ey, ahí) Si él te ve, no se va a acordar de ti Tú te pusiste bien perra You know, mami, hay un usuario arriba de mí Ere' muy perfecta, tú no ere' de esta tierra El día se me arregla si deja' que en ti lo entierre Por esa chapota, los tiguere' están en guerra El día se me arregla si deja' que en ti lo entierre Por esa chapota, los tiguere' están en guerra De-de-de, de-de-re-de-re-de-re-de De-re-de-de, de-de-re-de-re-de-re-de De-re-de-de, de-de-re-de-re-de-re-de (Por esa chapota, los tiguere' están en guerra) (Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat-) (Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat-) (Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat-) (Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat-) She don't wanna fuck me solo, put my thumb up in her B-hole Lo tengo grande, parece un bollo de trigo When she start to actin' loco, pass her to mami Y no le va a ir bien conmigo, se la echo en el ombligo Catalina, she my favorita Dale tú a Catalina, yo lo hago con Martina Martina, a wild mamacita Que se metió toa' las drogas, acabó con la cocaína De-de-de, de-de-re-de-re-de-re-de De-re-de-de, de-de-re-de-re-de-re-de De-re-de-de, de-de-re-de-re-de-re-de (Por esa chapota, los tiguere' están en guerra) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (dale) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (dance, foo-foo) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- (do what I say) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cat- Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Catalina (dale) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cata- (dance, foo-foo) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Catalina (do what I say) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cata- (do what I say) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Catalina (dale) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cata- (dance, foo-foo) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Catalina (do what I say) Catalina, Catalina, Catalina, Cata- (do, do-do-do-do what I say) Yaisel, dominicano Eh, tiren cada pase NLE Choppa Prr Si acá hasta los adaptamo' Los gang, gang, con la yema Que no nos cagó un posta de composta Pa' que ustede' 'tén claro' Nos fuimo' mundial, ey
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