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They hustle, they hustle, but they don't pull up
You buy all the Jordans, fool, they give them to me for free
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But the thing is, in my closet, I've got too much drip
I already moved the Gucci inside the house
Motherf*cker, they don't even know you in the Plaza
The Devil calls me, but Jesus Christ hugs me
Warrior like Eddie, long live our people
I like Puerto Ricans, I like Cuban women
I like the accent of Colombian women
How the Dominican shakes her a*s
How hot the Venezuelans f*ck me
We're active, Perico Pin Pin
Hundred-dollar bills in the briefcase
Let the bass resound, Bobby Valentin
Here it's forbidden to love, tell them, Charytín
For your saltiness, I've got Claritin
I arrive at the club and a riot forms
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Like Celia Cruz, I have the sugar
Your girl saw me and threw herself at me like Jimmy Snuka
We're gonna snatch your wig
And go to hell, motherf*cker
I'm not going to pass you the hookah
Wearing my Balenciagas, they welcome me at the entrance
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And don't play dumb with me
Because you've seen my face on the cover of Billboard
You can't get me out of your head
Wherever you travel, you've heard 'Mi Gente'
I'm not just hype, I'm like the Testarossa
I'm the one who lives it up and enjoys it all
That's how it is, mami, that's how it is
Who looks, suffers, and who touches, enjoys
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