LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
Next Beat on the Beat
Why ask if they already know
that I like to raise hell?
And I never mess with anybody
And I have a damn good time
Dressed sharp, I look gangster
I pull up to the kids right away
I hit a line and a Marlboro
Because that doesn't go down by itself
And here come the girls
I don't even talk to them, they always show up on their own
They're really crazy, they ask for 'Ella Baila Sola'
I carry a pistol that can't even fit a diamond
On my neck, a Cuban link
It's thicker than a rope
And now they all talk to me
They get up on me and they're all high chicks
Maybe they like my fire
They all want to hang out, however
They already know that there's a party here
I chug a gold-colored one
With a blonde on each side
I head to the spot for a hit
And I enjoy it with the people
And here come the girls
I don't even talk to them, they always show up on their own
They're really crazy, they ask for 'Ella Baila Sola'
I carry a pistol that can't even fit a diamond
On my neck, a Cuban link
It's thicker than a rope
And now they all talk to me
They get up on me and they're all high chicks
Maybe they like this doll
They just want to hang out, however
Whenever they want, I'll throw them a party