You're looking for the end right now
You're pushing eight
Pushing me on to the edge right now
We'd like to come again
Talk to me the way that you know to
You gave me nothing
I do not owe you a thing
You got me hit down by three
Óyeme bien, Asiri
Listen
Don't push me, 'cause I'm close to the edge
I heard you won't borrow
Well, you gonna have to beg
Porque todo lo que brilla no es oro, bobo
Yeah, I'm gonna connect
Yo lo tengo todo, the blood
A hundred kilos is for 25
'Cross the border, quiero volar
Hey, you, gringo, why you watching me?
You can build a wall, but you ain't stopping me
I'm riding out with the ruga
Fuck Trump, I'm going back to Cuba
'Cause I don't owe a nigga nada
I put that claw to your fucking cara
No los necesitamos
Todo lo que vemos
Eso nos sirve
Que se vayan pa' la mierda
You're looking for the end right now
You're pushing eight
Pushing me on to the edge right now
We'd like to come again
Talk to me the way that you know to
You gave me nothing
I do not owe you a thing
You got me hit down by three, by three
Man, I been rocking since a young nigga
There ain't no talking, I just fuck triggers
My nigga, you ain't got enough to split it
It's mad town, man, low bminisce
Man, we do the finish
I ain't through, I'm dipping
I just maneuver tiffin'
And yeah, they knew I did it
Had to take a few airs, and now we're hot streaking
Every other weekend, I'm in another prefix
State to state, I'm also fucking being shit
Ain't one game respecting G speaking
And G ain't gotta being
And I'm just getting even
Man, I ain't fucking leaving
My fucking pussies eating
You're looking for the end right now
You're pushing eight
Pushing me on to the edge right now
We'd like to come again
Talk to me the way that you know to
You gave me nothing
I do not owe you a thing
You got me hit down by three, by three
Hoy no, no me vengas con lo mismo
Tú me quieres, yo te quiero, eso es lindo
Pero ya se acabó eso de estar peleando
Dime, mami, ¿qué te está pasando?
Si no me quieres, es mejor, yo no te veo
Te digo que te quiero, tú me dices: No the I think
We screw around and say what we don't feel
We fight and go back to the fucking same thing
You are very bad
You make me angry, but I'll kill you and it'll go away
Light the bush so they can take all the houses
You get sour, you need your molasses
With me you are free like I run of the Apple
I hit cannons in the air and in my face: a bandana
Wild for your life
I, I love you and you love me
I, I, I I love you and you love me
You're looking for the end right now
You're pushing eight
Pushing me on to the edge right now
We'd like to come again
Talk to me the way that you know to
You gave me nothing
I do not owe you a thing
You got me hit down by three, by three
We don't need them
Everything we see
That serves us well
Let them go to hell

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