Fin de Semana
Luis Alfonso Partida (El Yaki)
Weekend
I bought you the most beautiful flowers at the club
I brought a .40, in case a cat hits on you
The money I bring, girl, is to spend
Not like the guys following you there begging
Get in the truck, let's go to the beach
I don't care if it's night or dawn
Don't give me excuses, don't give me excuses
We are two people who connect with the mind
In one I call you, in two I'm arriving
In three we kiss and in four I top up your balance
So you can call me, I want your call
To be together, all this weekend
I'm not going to beg you, I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you, I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I live for moments and I'm not playing around
With my intentions, I swear I love you
Pass me a drink while I light the cigarette
As it burns, we'll be loving each other
Get in the truck, let's go to the beach
I don't care if it's already night or dawn
Don't give me excuses, don't give me excuses
We are two people who connect with the mind
In one I call you, in two I'm arriving
In three we kiss and in four I top up your balance
So you can call me, I want your call
To be together, all this weekend
I'm not going to beg you, I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you, I'm not going to beg you
I'm not going to beg you
