BABY HOY Lyrics – ROA | from “Private Suite (Vol. 4)”

This lead single simmers with ROA’s romantic trap fire: perreo rhythms that slink low and dirty over trap snares and synth waves, courtesy of producers Botlok, Jeremy Ayala, and J Castle. It’s peak urbano seduction—reggaeton’s pulse twisted with that hazy, obsessive edge where every bar drips like sweat on a club wall.

Thematically, it’s all feverish craving: ROA confessing he’s hooked on her kisses since day one, flipping from sweet Yankee-gasolina romance to demon-in-the-sheets frenzy, begging to repeat the nights and dodge the Plan B mornings. Lines like “Soy tu demonio, no soy tu marido” land with that playful bite, owning the chaos of lust over labels, while the chorus turns addiction into an anthem you belt in the rearview. Dropped with a steamy visualizer on YouTube last week, it’s already buzzing on TikTok, where fans are stitching their own “prende’” moments to the beat.

The EP caps ROA’s whirlwind Private Suite saga—his fourth volume in as many years, a six-track escape pod of bedroom confessions and street-heart anthems clocking just 25 minutes of non-stop heat. No grand concept spelled out, but it’s pure suite life: intimate vignettes for late-night scrolls, blending solo flexes like “MI PEOR ERROR” and “TU Y YO” with collabs that amp the energy—“MI CHIMBITA” ft. GeezyDee’s gritty bounce and the remix “TATE QUIETA” pulling in Almighty and Luar La L for that old-school perreo punch. It’s ROA’s lush evolution from raw demos to polished traps, all mixed and mastered by Mike Fuller, with A&R nods to Duarte Figueira keeping it family-tight.

Gilberto Figueroa—Naranjito-born in ’96—has been stacking bodies in the Latin game since his 2020 singles lit up the underground, trading reality TV cameos for romantic trap that feels like a DM slide from across the bar. Fresh off Vol. 3’s December ’25 buzz and sold-out PR pop-ups, this EP’s his boldest yet: less lone-wolf brooding, more collaborative spark, proving the 29-year-old’s not just surviving the urbano wave—he’s the one making it crash harder, one adicto at a time.