Uh, he said he want him a ‘Rican, a foreign thing, no English-speakin’
No hablo inglés at all when we freakin’
It’s always intriguin’ ’cause I gotta do all the teachin’
¿Cómo se dice “You handsome?”
This is God, baby, this wasn’t random
I might just let you sleep over my mansion
Then wake you up to sweet p#ss# and plantains
Oye, you nasty, oh, ya tú sabe
Me gusta cuando que tú tiene hambre
I call you papi and you call me mami
Yo tengo jugo de swag en mi sangre
Oye, get down with my mafioso
You can decide whether you want it plata o plomo
I do my dirt on the low though
Trap all I know, though
You ain’t got whose money? ¿Cómo?
Uh, he said I’m driving him loco, he know I’m too fly to be local
Any friend of minе gotta be fine anti-social
And Grande, shе don’t like ’em broke, yo tampoco
He fell in love with the coco
Gave him peace of mind, he spent his last dime on the toto
Siempre sale en mis fotos
Too bad I don’t though, ‘cuz I don’t need no extra promo
We came from favelas
Livin’ a life like novelas
She gettin’ money, respect her
This a real b#tches fiesta
Esta [Oh yeah
Esta noche tengo
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