Fin de Semana (feat. Junior H.)

Ay ay
Compa Junior
With this track, I feel like taking a shot
Just don't get upset, buddy Oscar, ay ay
Here it goes!

I bought you the prettiest flowers at the club
I'm carrying a 40 in case a cat hits on you
The money I have, girl, is to spend
Not like the guys who keep begging you

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

I call you once, I'm on my way by two
We kiss by three and by 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

Ay ay
I love you, baby
Just for a weekend, little one
That's how Junior H sounds, man!
Buddy Luis

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
While 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

I call you once, I'm on my way by two
We kiss by three and by 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

Let that accordion cry out, buddy Luis!