Calor, sudor Bailando reggaeton Calor sudor Girl make it hot like the roof is on fire Girl the way you dance you are my one desire Girl I don't care if the whole place burn down Burn it up burn it up burn it up

That I love to do Then you can take it and spin it, and fit it to you I don't know what you gonna be But I hope you smile when you think of me 'Cause I helped make you But I didn't never try to make you pick it up And you might learn a couple pretty cool

Pretty good, not bad, I can't complain Moonlight makes me dizzy Sunlight makes me clean Your light is the sweetest thing That this boy has ever seen I got a friend in Fremont He sells used cars, ya know Well, he calls me up twice a year Just ask me how'd

The good, the bad, and the dirty Oh woah oh woah oh, oh woah oh If you wanna start a fight You better throw the first punch Make it a good one And if ya wanna make it through the night You better say my name like I'm gonna keep getting underneath you

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

What is it about my smile that makes you lie to my face? You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty) Calculate (All of it) Trackin' (All of it) All of this (Bullshit) Worthless shit, you packaged up Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all) Bitch, now you

Hey ya, I wanna go out Out of my mind Hey ya, I wanna check out Step off of my cloud I'm going out, I, I, love it, love it I wanna go out, I wanna-na Let's get wild and make a memory Out of my mind, out of my mind No I can't take it anymore

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Time to see what you look like naked Come over girl let's get wasted I I I I I III I gonna make you my baby momma Gonna do you good for da climax Again and again and again and again Was it when I kiss you on ya neck Or

Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own, Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail. Big up di juvenile dem inna di street, We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome, Dem no waan wi fi

And I ain't too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes I cry sometimes about it And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect Then we could make it work but I doubt it And I ain't too proud to tell you That I cry sometimes, I cry sometimes about