Contigo pierdo la razón Loca, loca, loca cuando me provoca Pierdo y pierdo la razón Cada, cada, cada vez que en tu almohada Busco la respiración Y ven trepa la cama y por la mañana No quiero verte, no quiero verte irte sin mí Y regálame un beso, sólo por

I got one night for you, baby (yeah) You's a prissy little missy, baby And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor, oh Talk to me, baby (talk) I want you to talk to me, baby (remix) You’s a

Odio tus mensajes, cuando dices que tenemos que hablar (que tenemos que hablar) Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh Oh Dios, qué yo hice, qué yo hice, que tenemos que hablar (que tenemos que hablar) Oh Dios, qué yo hice, qué yo hice Y dime quién, ey Yeh-yeh-yeh-eh Odio

My girl is superbad That's a fact, knock your train right off the track Ooh, she's a classy girl My girl is superbad, super-stacked Got no time for photographs, watch out! And everything she does, it's always by design She's a miracle, she got everybody

Farewell to old friends Oh, where'd you go? Let's raise a glass to the bitter end The words that you said They still ring in my head Don't you know We say goodbye With a tear in our eye It's alright, you can sleep tonight

We ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional

J'suis bien dans mon élément suis moi Ce soir je suis la cadence, crois-moi J'suis ailleurs laissez moi j'vais planer toute la night Toute la night, toute la night Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister DJ fais péter le son Pour mes girls mes homies sur la

Acércate un momento dale ven pa’ acá (¡Agresivo!) Ella que no, yo que si Ella pa’ atrás, yo que no Dale pa’ acá Pasivo así no Avísame si quieres que te de agresivo (¡Agresivo!) Este guayeteo agresivo con un poco de alcohol combinao completala O te me vas

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

If your man get personal, want to have your fun I got women's in Vicksburg, clean on into Tennessee Lord, I'm goin' to Rosedale, gon' take my rider by my side Best come on back to Friar's Point, mama, barrelhouse all night long But my Friar's Point