The man goes as far as the woman leaves him
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But some are guillan when they dress like a strap (That's how it is)
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And if you whistle at them or compliment them
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They get pissed off, but they flirt anyway
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I didn't know how talented I was (Nah)
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She grabbed the mic
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She improvised or she sang, floated or blew
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And even the melody was swallowed (Wuh-huh)
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Who would have thought, what would she dirty, so holy that she looked
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She grabbed the mic
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Improvise or sing, float or blow
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And even the melody was swallowed (Wuh)
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Hey, my friend, you do know (You know)
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And I have the key here for that lock (Wuh)
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I'll give it to you like Juan at his house (Wee-hoo)
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And you welcome him, there is no doubt about that
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Every night, you know it'
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Without losing the rhythm, without losing the key
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I'll leave it to you to loop the beat on repeat
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That before the sun rises
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We turned my new hit into a success
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We're going to bacilar, come on, mommy, don't get enzorre'
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Bellaquear with you through the veins runs me
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Don't take away', give it, give it fire to' break it
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Let me put it in after getting to know each other'
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Find your cousin, your friend, your sister
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That I'm with the Torresabana combo
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Come, cat, I want to give you, from behind and in front
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Get on the abyss and your buttocks will be cool
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And you on top breaking the stage
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Splitting the boards, which are climbed above
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Inside 'and the cabin Ñengo dominates them
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Hold on to your ankles I'm going to inject you with morphine
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Secret weapon (Ts, ts), shut up, it's secret
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Turn off the lu' that I'm going to put it in full
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It leaves me happy, I'll come back and put it to you
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If you let me I would let you inside
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This is to pass the macho that I quickly get angry
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And you who have a face that is going to hit me
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Why are you going to want to leave the boys taking care of you?
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Then I'll give him a jamaquión and he'll call me the wuacho'
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I don't want you to cook, I want gaspacho cod
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a powder
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If I stay I get drunk, na 'boyfriend boy
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And we leave na', it's that I'm very drunk
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Luigi, speaking clearly
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Tell him I'm crazy for eating his ring
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Give him a table pui pa' 'low
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She knows it, that she marks the segment
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My sister, yesterday I saw her hanging out in Sabana Abajo
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I know that you want a nail path
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I already know why you walk with the tight pussy
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I looked at her and she wore more luci'a
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She wants bellaqueo, she wants figa
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Do not guilles fine, break the routine
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And let the dembow blow the horn
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That's it, this is to pass the time
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Dale, move that ass to put the device
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I didn't know how talented I was (Nah)
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She grabbed the mic
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She improvised or sang, floated or blew
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And even the melody was swallowed (Wuh-huh)
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Who would have thought, what would she dirty, so holy that she looked
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She grabbed the mic
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Improvise or sing, float or blow
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And even the melody was swallowed (Wuh)
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I have a girl who likes to drink a straw
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She looks pretty when she throws up on top
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Crazy, crazy, crazy, she takes off her panties
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She is fresh, she teaches me to 'the hairs of the crica
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You do not hear me? |
Licensed-Licensed
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I want to do chaca-chaca all day on the beach
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Ultra seven when you outrage her
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Chynito gives you deo' in the bathtub and nails you in the living room
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To your sister who joins, who is not charra
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That the woof-woof does not bite, it only spits on your face
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The old ladies who take off their petticoats
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That this is the fuckin' hell no one ties
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What's up, my corduroy?
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Tell Eva that there is no stick, but the sack is made of apple
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And that if she wants sarana here there is wool and marijuana will not be missing
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She also brought her rola in case she brings her sister
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and she looks beautiful
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She has a transparent, white bodysuit and a blue G-String
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Crazy for getting up to applaud, even in the trunk
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She saw me skinny and said that she even thought I was cool, heh
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And I have my mind wrapped up with a couple of pikis
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I sent them all for my corduroy the Walker
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She likes sushi, but with hot meat
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And she feels it, she is fine, the insane bitch
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I did not know the talent that she had (Nah)
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She grabbed the mic
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Improvise or sing, float or blow
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And even the melody was swallowed (Wuh-huh)
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Who would have thought, how dirty, so holy that she looked
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She grabbed the mic
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Improvise or sing, float or blow
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And even the melody was swallowed (Wuh) |