Tekst Utworu

Me fui al club y encontré una morrita Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita Yeah, the words out, she a turn out You know the pretty fly bitch with the bird mouth When we pull up we bringin' all the girls out Glass plate, the homies put the pearl out Yeah, she in my back seat drinking Duckin' calls from her boyfriend all weekend I play with her mind, I know what she thinkin' She love me, then hate me and has trouble leavin' Four seasons, two Norwegians The men at the door all they hear is the screaming Late mission and I'm ready to fuck I'm with my homeboys, girl, and she rollin' one up Te dice que te ama y se acuesta conmigo Ella está conmigo Entre mis cobijas, dándole mi abrigo Se lo hago rico Te dice que te ama y se acuesta conmigo Ella está conmigo Les cumples capricho, gastó tu bolsillo Y ella está conmigo Me fui al club y encontré una morrita Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita Walk in the club and I smell like some gas Then she asked what I have Told her, "Baby, come try this out" She got me by my head and we goin' to the bed Get some sex, then I kick her out Take her back to her man Plus she'll see me again So (that's that shit, yeah) Me fui al club y encontré una morrita Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita Too many drinks, got a face in the sink Got her face all bink, she split Henny on the mink I woke up and dropped us off, 20 on the ring In the brand-new coupe, screamin' money in the thing I'm with my homeboys' girl, it's a cold world But she like the way I go deep and make her toes curl She ain't pickin' up the phone, he's knockin' on her door But your girl's not home, she's with me and she's stoned Yeah, she spent that money on me She gettin' mad, run back and actin' funny on me I knock bitches, got a gang of hot bitches Your girl went missing, I guess her rock different Me fui al club y encontré una morrita Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita Walk in the club and I smell like some gas
Writer(s): Aldo Alan Aldape Diaz, Kristopher Angel Nava Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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