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Pete & Bas, Jaykae, Grima x Azza & P Money
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And we met in Puerto Rico, and you swept me off my feet
That tequila and the Titos, got me feeling so tipsy
But you strokin' on my ego when you say that you want me
Movin' slowly, despacito, move it slowly into me
And you try to make me jealous, it's a bridge that you gon' burn
No one like me, can't compare it, I'ma throw it to the curb
Flying high with no propellers, now it's none of my concern
I'ma do me, keep my head up, 'cause I know that you'll return
I see it and I got it
I know just what I want
So better know you ain't gon' stop me (aah, aah)
But I be acting modest, I'm the baddest one alive
And nobody could ever top it
Aye (sh-show love)
See, I'm not like nobody, I'm just a rock star like Paul Weller
Somebody told man over there, just watch that lip, that's Kylie Jenner (oh God)
Better be like Rihanna, wanna step under this umbrella, 'ella, 'ella, I, I, I
What you know, I need to get it like halo
And my mortgage advisor told me this one's auctioned to the highest seller (no)
My man's not moving, he's acting fine, but he's parked on yellow
Might be doin' this thing since Dominator told me "Azz, you're raising the pressure"
I touched down in Puerto Rico, met me a ten out of ten
Lookin' the baddest, speaking Spanish, love me a challenge, I'ma just send (send)
Walk over, say, "What's happenin', darlin'?", I go back in the ends
Told me she loved my accent, and she was on top of man right then (ah-ah, oh-oh)
I got Azz in a Uber, buddy just belled me, brother I've landed
I said you might wanna get her sooner
I've got three girls, I don't speak their language (nah, I don't speak their language, nah)
Nah, but I know that they're on it
P Money's outside now with the chronic cancer, the plug, I've already got it (ooh)
Man's got keys to a villa
Way too illa, views at dinner, we can do seas or river
Staring at you, you're staring at me with a fan while taking a picture
I'm looking at a map of the world, we can go anywhere in the world, and you can be the picker (aye)
I swear that this is really me, there ain't no tricks
Think I'm ready to learn how to settle down, I need a miss
I ain't into gambling, but with you, I can take a risk
By the way you're looking at me, I can tell you're needing this
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no
You on my mind all the time, occupied
Give me reason
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Boy, I was blind, now there's glitters on side
What a mess you've made
I can't pretend it
Don't understand, this is something it's not, ah-ah, oh
You got me locked on your love like a drug
And we met in Puerto Rico, and you swept me off my feet
That tequila and the Titos, got me feeling so tipsy
But you strokin' on my ego when you say that you want me
Movin' slowly, despacito, move it slowly into me
And you try to make me jealous, it's a bridge that you gon' burn
No one like me, can't compare it, I'ma throw it to the curb
Flying high with no propellers, now it's none of my concern
I'ma do me, keep my head up, 'cause I know that you'll return
I ain't stressing, let it come, tell them bitches suck your mum
Can't be acting like a plum, and I'm just out here having fun
Backshots, slap a bum, make these pussy rappers run
I've been quiet for a year, they ain't know fuck all that I've done
Make it boss like a gun, ba-ba-bang it like a drum
I can't trust her, are you dumb? Tell me, baby, where you from?
Is it London? Is it Brom? Puerto Rico in the sun
Same thing, so the slum, we're all just fighting for a crumb (whoo)
Bang that shot get wavy
Through that boot, go fucking crazy
I'm off my nut, sling that stinking green and I reload daily (whoo)
Shift that blow, off to the gents, powder your nose
Chuck that cash in the palm of me hand
Down that can of the Holsten Pils
Deals, stack them bills, bang that ball when I'm on that field
Quick one, two, when a man gets loud
Talk that talk and his head got billed (yeah)
And I'm on that strip, French hooker and a German whip (brrr)
Sport on the box and a pint on a Friday, get too close and a man got licked (yeah)
TV set got put through the window, left my mark in the hotel Ritz, yeah
Who wants one when I jump on the bifta, lean when I swing these fists (who wants?)
Lean when I swing these hips, in that dance when I bang these sticks, yeah
Girls wanna jump and ride, heated pool for the late night dip
Big gold chain full of Cuban links
Cuban links for the finest gear
Watch on the wrist got dipped and dangled
Then dropped game in a lady's ear
Foot flat down and steer, swerving ride, got lights in the rear
Grab that man and I lay down low, then back to the block when the coast is clear (ah, ah)
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