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He came to Miami because he wanted to make money
He wears short suits, he gets horny
It doesn't matter if they criticize her
She tells me to order another bottle
So that the babies multiply
And I told her 'obviously'
But she should say what she's going to do the other weekend
Reggaeton makes her freaky, freaky
Lighting up the joints of krippy, krippy
She arrived in a big car
And she's going around the city with her friends, city
Reggaeton makes her freaky, freaky
Lighting up the joints of krippy, krippy
She arrived in a big car
And she's going around the city with her friends, city
She called him in the early morning
She played the song he dedicated to her
Everything went wrong, she cried
And he acted like nothing happened
'God bless you,' he said to her
And she still had him in her heart
Everything she felt went to hell since that day
She doesn't want to know about love anymore
She wants better things
No one makes love to her anymore
Because she eats them up
She wants to set fire to the blunts
She wants to twerk to my songs
She's happy because her heart went on vacation
She carries a gun in case Cupid hits her
She's cute, but she's from the hood
How bad, her heart is messed up
She takes another shot with two blunts lit
She goes all the way down, breaking the bass
She made it easy, she doesn't like work
Always messing around, she likes bundles of money
And she brought everything in her wallet
To forget that night
She doesn't want to be jealous, she wants to be touched
She went to the party on the weekend, with another girl
They're both twenty-four, like my Cuban girl
She tweeted that her phone got hacked and that's why she doesn't miss it
She doesn't want to know about love anymore
She wants better things
No one makes love to her anymore
Because she eats them up
She wants to set fire to the blunts
She wants to twerk to my songs
She's happy because her heart went on vacation
She called him in the early morning
She played the song he dedicated to her
Everything went wrong, she cried
'God preserve you', he told her
And she with him in her heart 'still
She went to hell with what she felt since that day
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