Tarde o Temprano
Cosculluela
Sooner or Later
She says she doesn't want anything anymore, but she falls for it
She gets hooked on my Cuban cigars
She comes in the afternoon
Leaves in the morning
We spend our time f***ing
Smoking marijuana, ah-ah
Because I can tell you
She's over there and I'm here
That's how I like it, eh-eh
Now as you can see
I don't have to f*** myself over, ne
(You know me, brrru)
Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her (f*** love)
Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
She falls into my hands
Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her
Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
And without messing myself up much, eh-eh-eh
The shoes you buy her
She visits me, I give her
I'm still undefeated, bro, like Floyd
In the Range and in the Rolls-Royce
This is P.R
The zone
With her, no one is crowned
She's had her little puppets, but she forgets, doesn't forgive
She holds a grudge
She doesn't drink alcohol
Just champagne
In New York at the Yankees' game
High up, from Cupey like Ankhi
Dom Perignon, Burberry
She says she moves things around
The girl is in another league
That's why they don't take her seriously
And they want her for real
But she's not serious
You're flying high
She likes the jacuzzi, manual with stereo system
Listening to Romeo and Drake
Spotify is always playing
But when she feels lonely, that's with Coscu
For me, there's no break, yeah, yeh
Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her
Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
She falls into my hands
Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her
Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
And without messing myself up much, eh-eh-eh
She doesn't like the beach unless it's in Morocco
With an empty pocket
She won't go with you even to Ocean Park
She says you look like a loser
She says she doesn't go to the gym
And that you're a satyr like Berlin
She tells me: Daddy Benjamin
She listens to me and that's cashing-shing-shing
She hit the jackpot, the real trophy
I win without even trying
Underwater, they know I dive
They know the work goes from top to bottom
And from bottom to top, I work in sativa
Don't you realize she's avoiding you?
She doesn't want to f*** and she entered the native
She wants the king-size bed, I'm home alone, ah
All the pillows from Brookstone
2 thousand pesos each
They're comfortable, hehe, really badass
The receipt to Cupid
So he returns the arrow
The Moon rises again, she always ends up in my arms
Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her (f*** love)
Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
She falls into my hands
Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her
Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
And without messing myself up much, eh-eh-eh
Gangsta boy
The Princi
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