Goin' back to Dallas, livin' in the palace of the king Oh, living in the palace of the king Living in the palace Be a natural thing was born down in Dallas, raised up on the city of wind Spent a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I have been

Aussi loin qu'il le faut J'irai trouver au bout le contact Et l'onde de choc propage le message Et je quitte le sol l'orage se prépare Aveuglés par nos larmes on devient des pions Le sort s'acharne au fond quand naît l'opinion Si la meute t'accepte au

Quiero otra copa Otra, otra, otra (este party lo manda usted) Otra, otra, otra (rumbeando hasta el amanecer) Con ganas de beberme otra botella En nombre de ella Sin miedo, rumbeando Hoy me levanté Hoy me levanté, eh Hoy me levanté con el perfume de tu

Se me quedo tu olor en mi ropa. La fragancia de tu piel, tu rico sabor a miel que probé yo de tu boca. Vamos a repetirlo mami una y otra, y otra, y otra vez. Ha ha ha ha Wisin y Yandel! Los lideres!

Your poppa don't mind at all You can't surprise him anymore Your poopa don't mind what you do or say He don't believe in heaven like a good man should Give it a word, give it a try Why don't you sleep out, stop living high You're on your own, your making

Yeah, I'm gonna show you So what if I'm fucking crazy? I'm gonna show you And I don't need your quick fix I don't want your prescriptions Just 'cause you say I'm crazy Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath, I'm gonna show you, Mental out my brain, bad

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly

You can't lose You make me offers that I can't refuse You keep telling pretty lies Only you're killing me with your Baby, don't you know You're tired with the truth You keep telling pretty lies, babe You make me offers that I can't refuse, yeah

In that new Chopard, ooh ooh That's a car, ooh ooh Money, money, ah ooh ooh Big boss, ooh ooh In that Richie Mille, it don't tick tock, hoo hoo Splash warning, hoo hoo, ooh ooh I be cookin' coco out the pot, pot, ye ye I just skrrt off in a robot, yay

Baby arch your back and point your toes Black leather skirt and a leopard print shirt whoa Skip dinner heading straight for desert whoa, whoa It feel so good and it just come natural, whoa Baby arch your back And point your toes Ballerina smile but your