ZAZA

How did I buy the watch?
He says to me: what's wrong?
Thug, I swear I'm not
But there is a new house
The canton is filled with asses alone
Damn, how much fat is there?
The weed that I smoke, hey

The whores love me
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
I don't know what's wrong with me
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
My mother calls me
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
There is money at home
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
The whores love me

It's the same on a Monday as it is on a Saturday
They ask how I do it
The movie, the jacuzzi, the tusi, in your pussy
It's already got me well crossed

But I like it, but I love it
Slow, slow and no one can overtake me
But I like it, but I love it
The sun is already rising and I don't want to go home

I am the best thing you have ever known in your life
I may never be here, but you can count on me
Don't be confused, I'm not your friend, I want to fuck you, also be nice
Lomecan Lover, pure good girl, there are four asses
(What a delicious dinner)

I am the best thing you have ever known in your life
I may never be here, but you can count on me
Don't be confused, I'm not your friend, I want to fuck you, also be nice
Lomecan Lover, pure good girl, there are four asses
(What a delicious dinner)

(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
I don't know what's wrong with me
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
Your bitch calls me and says: What's going on?
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
There is money at home
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
The whores love me

Lana, flow, play, press play on my career
Today I have money, tomorrow I may die

And if I die, we'll be happy
Something that death will not take away from me
See my people sing my corridos
I'm going to take that to the grave

The baby is psychic
In my mind it already lives
Posing nude
Move the flow Miami vibes

And with a view of the sea
Champagne and stars
I want and I want more
Fucking in a Penthouse

Whores, tusi, Miami
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
I don't know what's wrong with me
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
My mother calls me
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
There is money at home
(Whoosh, woosh, woosh, woosh)
The whores love me

And here we are in the studio in Miami, motherfuckers
And we just made this fucking anthem
I want to send a greeting to the whole clique
To my friend Juanito, to Chachito

Krizous
Hey, hey
O-Oscar Maydon
Yah

And I also want to send a greeting to my friend Andrés
The most bellicose driver in Miami
My friend Nene, my friend Mani
All those who made this fucking day possible old man

Uh
Light, hey, hey, hey
Light, hey, hey, hey