Non e proprio liscia, non va cosi liscia per noi che chiediamo che or'e, e c'e un'altra strada e c'e un'altra luna e un altro bar che chiude e un'altra
can strip for me [Chorus] [Verse 5] (Mr. G): Hit the club Telly shots of Tequila With my mija Shake her pocita And her falquita Lo que bonita My
we ain't joking Momi got me on the lock, she made me wanna holla holla So I hit the danceflo' and I pop my collar I holla mira mira It's goin' down tonight
[Talking] Hey Nigga This is our last time bonita After this, we out I'm tellin you We die together An eye for an eye (In Italian) A tooth for a tooth
could ever stress me So unless he's coming to the club, give a fuck about your boyfriend Girl let's live it up (look) Walk in the club, bottles pop off
you can strip for me [Chorus] [Verse 5: Mr. G] Hit the club Telly shots of Tequila With my mija Shake her pocita And her falquita Lo que bonita My
about rhymes... you'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground...you know?.. we get low when the Feds is in town.. this is justice.. we playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop
gonna try and rob me He used to be my man, damn, am I worried? No, not hardly He forgot, or he stopped believing I'm the same brother on the block, pop pop
hasta por vender drogas. Veis a la fama como a un puto objetivo, y yo la veo tan solo como un fruto de mi estilo. Odio al Pop, prefiero ser la nariz
try and rob me He used to be my man, damn, am I worried? No, not hardly He forgot, or he stopped believing I'm the same brother on the block, pop pop
about rhymes You'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground you know? We get low when the Feds is in town, this is justice We playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop
hey chica Hey hey hey chica Hey hey hey chica Hey hey hey Calle 13 Hey hey chica Hey hey hey chica Hey hey hey (Pop) Chica (Pop) (Pop) Oye eto metele
del pop Una diva sin nombre Un monton de ilusion Eres facturas y alcohol Una foto borrosa Una flor sin olor Eres la reina del pop Una diva sin nombre
[Talking] Hey Nigga This is our last time bonita After this, we out I'm tellin you We die together An eye for an eye (In Italian) A tooth for a tooth (
Hip-Hop yo, hahah And let it be known, that we are on some umm Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh And this ain't on the pop tip yo
't goin' pop She like a record that I wanna rock When I'm rollin' in my ride cruisin' down my block Yo, and if she was a rap song, she'd be "Bonita Applebum
No te preocupes todo eso es normal Mujer bonita siempre en una foto especial Haciendo poses, gestos, caras y bocas, etc, y tal Cabello pop, punk, rock
like, 'My Melody' done by Eric B., and Rakim cause she be rockin me steadily, yo [Chorus Three] Yo, she got hips to hops and she ain't goin pop