Arms around you Te amo mami, let me hold you Good lovin' got all around you To make sure no one could harm you Wrap me arms right around you, girl, oh yeah (Oh) Dale, mami, let me have you, oh yeah Oh-oh (ooh, ooh) (Lil Pump, Maluma, baby) Mally, Mally

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like

Ooh, got to choose who's your baby Who's your baby, who's your baby Baby, you know I heard the neighbors say Baby, you might be leavin' me today Oh yeah, mmm, someone's come along and shared your time Don't care, no I don't, no But you can't be his and

Ooh, she made us drinks to drink We drunk 'em, got drunk I like the bartender (Ooh, if you're lookin' for me) I'm at the bar with her (Uh huh, okay) I like the bartender (Yeah, if you're lookin' for me) I'm at the bar with her (Ooh, uh huh, okay) She

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

Maybe, all of these things make me who I am All of these things make me who I am And I am (Only looking on it with my hands down) I guess I wanted Yeah, yeah, ooh! Someone left the lights on And I am only looking on it with my hands down I just want you

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,