Oh oh oh oh Agárrame fuerte y no me sueltes Báilame que hoy es tu día de suerte Dura, dura, dura, dura Provócame calentura tura tura tura Presumida y se ve Shake it, shake it Little harder, little harder, little harder Drop it, drop it

'Tô com moral no céu, eu 'tô Tem um anjo me chamando de amor Não vai, não Todo mundo falou não mexe com ela, não Eu doido com ela e a galera me dando pressão Eu quase desisti Mas o amor gritou, gritou até ela me ouvir Eu já tinha beijado ela mil vezes na

Yo por perro me lo busqué No sé por qué De Lunes a Jueves sé disimular Pero llega el weekend y me pongo mal Trato de ignorarlo y me voy a rumbear Con un par de amigas para impresionar Pero cada vez que siento el celular Pienso que eres tú que vuelves a

I put that bitch in park, yeah I put that bitch in park, uh I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe) I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah I got a brand new boo, uh (boo) I put my ex in park (uh) I got a brand new coupe, yeah I got a brand new 'Rari (woah) I got a

I need a baby to keep me sedated I can't keep runnin' my people, I'm crazy I can't keep goin' to jail, that's fugazi Ain't no more fraud, now I'm legally bankin' Nevada won't even accept me in Vegas You can't keep runnin' 'round here like you made it

Keep singing, love keep singing Oh, love sweet love, keep singing me home Oh love, sweet love, keep singing me home My baby's riding shotgun singing just a little off key The feet on the dashboard tapping out the back beat The song on the radio's talking

She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

Sticky, icky, icky, icky Just seen a big ol' ass, (it's Saturday) I gotta big weed stash, pocket full of cash System on blast, cops just pass Grease don't pop on the stove no more, moved on up Double shot Hennessey fill my cup Luda choke smoke in a big

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks

(Everything has got to get better) Yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Whoa ho oh oh oh My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played