LYRICS GAME

Baby, I'm gonna give you a twerking tutorial

W

Listen to me

Tell me, Jovaan

Tell me, Doblete

Elía'

These women love to f*cking lie

We keep everything good, everything okay, everything fine

We got to the club, the bouncer knows that what's up

That we're in artist mode

So eyes sharp with the forty-five

Mauro, crank the track up, because this is so lit that it's about to collapse

And where are the single girls?

Girl, don't be a liar

That you're not single

Your boyfriend is waiting outside

You hit the street looking for trouble

And you're singing all my tracks

And where are the single girls?

Hey, don't be a liar

That you're not single

Your boyfriend is waiting outside

You hit the street looking for trouble

Hand on your chest singing all of my tracks

The movie on IG looks like a block filming it all

I jumped on stage and in the VIP she let go

Then, without even asking, in the Benz she lit a Phillie

And she sent it to close friends when she climbed on top

Move fast like the Draco rhythm

Looking for hype, go on, smash it nasty

All natural, zero plastic

You already have me real problematic

And her man is cuckolded, but he's a fan

So if you want I'll send him a greeting, I mean, if that's allowed

I don't give a f*ck, for all I care he can take the L

That he should behave, tell me, what's up with him?

What's up with him?

Miss, what happens is that to us it comes out natural

Papa W

Nobody leaves here, everything goes

Shake that Yukon bumper and stand out

Lots of oil so that you slide

You hear the sickest perreo

In the barrios and the housing projects

The boyfriend in diapers

She's hanging with the tough ones

That brand-new body is tough, she broke it in

Let all that bounce like a kangaroo

I give it to you and I don't bill you for it

Twenty pounds of hips If the envious could see

They'd understand that they're fake and you are the real one

I told the crew that nobody should interrupt us

To keep going with the grinding

So if you want I'll send him a greeting, I mean, if that's allowed

I don't give a f*ck, for all I care he can take the L

That he should behave, tell me, what's up with him?

What's up with him?

And where are the single girls?

Girl, don't be a liar

That you're not single

And your boyfriend is waiting outside

You hit the street looking for trouble

And you're singing all my tracks

And where are the single girls?

Hey, don't be a liar

That you're not single

Your boyfriend is waiting outside

You hit the street looking for trouble

Hand on your chest singing all of my tracks

W

Doblete

The White Lion

White Lion, baby

So much power together, babe, impossible to fail

Mauro

The Flock

The Management

The real motherf*ckers

You already know

Tell me, Vinccii

Blessed kings

The anthem of the barrios and the projects, write that down

All the women with their hands up, up, up, up

Up, up, up, up