Soy El Papi

Ha ha, if it’s for the girls, the ladies around here
all those hot mamas (mamas) (fine) fine

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I’m the king of the girls
I’m the dude for the ladies
I’m the man for the girls
I’m the daddy for the ladies

The one who sings, dances, and grooves
The one who sweats and never tires
The one who doesn’t tire, sweats
Dances, grooves, and also sings

Why do they dance so sexy
When I don’t pay them money?
I get them all hot
'Cause they’re my good girls

Their bodies are the most amazing
Way more than Cindy Crawford
They’re so cute and pretty
So, girls don’t keep me waiting

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I wait for them in the parking lot, cruising in the Mercedes
They know my weakness is women
I take them to hotels,
give them a thousand pleasures,
give them what they ask for
but I give them what they really want.

I take them to the club
I take them to the parties
I take them to San Juan
And I put them in the Ferrari
The next day to the beach
Then to the pool
When I roll into the driveway
I’m heading to the room with my mama

Some are like Braxton, some are milfs
Others like Cindy Crawford
Some like Thalía
And others like Taina.

And sorry if I’m doing what I want
I don’t do what you say
I do what I prefer

So what, to light up the one who teaches
I’m the daddy of the tanned girls
Of the Puerto Rican girls
Blonde, tall, and petite

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This story I’m about to tell now
Is a story I made up with a new idea
It’s about one day I was at home
Watching “Don’t Fall Asleep”
Watching the power of the week
How she modeled
The phone rang
And on the second ring
I answered and the only thing I said was
Do you think you’re the big shot?
Get the hell outta here
I don’t know what’s wrong with you
So are you hanging up now?

My moves are coldly calculated
I’m not the Chapulín, I’m the Don Chezina, ha

Don’t come at me, don’t come at me
With too much nonsense now
I want you to step up
If you take too long, then come on the bike
Wait for me, I’m coming like a bullet
Grabbed some boxers, a towel
And jumped in the tub
I washed my hair well
Soaped my whole body
I bathed really well up top
On my feet
And on my balls

Like any good artist but with high standards
When I need to laugh or when I need to be serious
I dressed in new clothes
Put on the best cologne
To make them go crazy
From Tuesday to Monday

I quickly got to the house
And knocked on the door
With a sultry voice she said
Come in, it’s open
I didn’t waste any more time on that
I walked into the living room
It was so dark I couldn’t see anything
I followed her to the kitchen
And reached the stairs
When I went up them
The door was closed
I knocked on her door
And she answered me
If you don’t come in right now
I’m gonna have to come in you

Morning came
Afternoon faded
Night fell
And the girl got wrapped up.

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