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They work, they work, but they don't succeed
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You buy all the Jordans, fool, they give them to me for free
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But it's that in the closet, I have a lot of fat
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I already moved the Gucci inside the house
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Motherf*cker, they don't even know you in the Plaza
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The Devil calls me, but Jesus Christ hugs me
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Warrior like Eddie, long live the race
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I like Puerto Ricans, I like Cuban women
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I like the accent of Colombian women
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How the Dominican shakes her a*s
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How hot the Venezuelans f*ck me
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We're active, Perico Pin Pin
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Hundred-dollar bills in the briefcase
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Let the bass resound, Bobby Valentin
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Here it's forbidden to love, tell them, Charytín
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For the itch, I have Claritin
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I arrive at the club and a riot forms
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Like Celia Cruz, I have the sugar
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Your girl saw me and went chest-first like Jimmy Snuka
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We're gonna knock your wig off
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And go to hell, motherf*cker
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I'm not going to pass you the hookah
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My Balenciaga sneakers welcome me at the entrance
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That on the cover of Billboard, you've seen my face
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Wherever you travel, you've heard 'Mi Gente'
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I'm not high, I'm like the Testarossa
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I'm the one who lives it and also the one who enjoys it
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It's the thing, babe, it's the thing
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Who looks, suffers, and who touches, enjoys
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