Cantaré (feat. Lenier) - Pitbull

Ransom got that sauce in it Se pinta los labio', hoy no tiene horario Quiere que la busque en la Lambo' Esta noche coronamo', ¡dale! Para terminar lo que empezamo' Oh-oh, oh, baila morena, baila morena Oh-oh, oh, baila morena, baila morena Oh-oh, oh, baila morena, baila morena Oh-oh, oh, oh Una nena así me hacía falta Que metiera mi mano por su falda Se ve que no e' santa Es como yo, que le gusta la maldad Dale, baby, no sea' mala, no pare' de moverte que eso me encanta Bebecita, dame una, una proba'ita, tú ere' una mamacita Cuando chingamos, baby, tú nunca te quita' Mueve to' ese booty, tan chulita como Anitta Tú 'tá dura, manina, nini, yaya Dame Tequila, no quiero vaina Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua Quiero manina, nini, yaya Tráeme Tequila, no quiero vaina Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua Ponte friki, frikitona Tú ere' una chapi-chapiadora Ella e' bellaquísima, pero no se enamora Mami, chingando hay que darte un diploma Ninguna se te iguala, ella me dice: "vente, papi", me la saca (saca) Y me baila flow Shakira, waka-waka (waka) Ella tiene culo bello, pero e' flaca, la baby e' flaca Quiero manina, nini, yaya Dame tequila, no quiero vaina Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua La baby 'tá borracha Rakatá, rakatá, rakatá, rakatá Rakatá, rakatá, rakatá, rakatá Mami, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Quiero manina, nini, yaya Dame tequila, no quiero Baila, le subo la mini, yaya Tráeme bebida, no quiero agua Luian Mambo Kingz Jowny BF

I'ma do my dance in a bit (I'ma do my dance) She front on me, I throw bands at the bih All up in my pants and I'm rich (yeah) All up on the couch standing on shit, yeah Pay me in advance, off rip (off rip) Tell lil' mama do the dance on this dick (dick) Shooter with me, got his hands on the (skrr) Brrt brrt, we ain't throwin' hands in this bitch, no (throwin' hands) We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit I ain't playing with no wannabe tough nigga I ain't playing with no wannabe thug nigga In the hood you a rat, you a dub nigga (fuck nigga) I stay with the blicky, glttt-pow, are you dumb nigga? If a nigga try and front me, let him do, let him do Standing right in your face, nigga do what you do Big homie look at me, like shoot, I'm like "who?" I got the Big-Mac, kick-back, blow your whole shit back Bitch move When I walk up in the room, bitch move Who was talkin' jockin' this shit, like boom Bet he want static 'til they see me, like move But there he go right there bo-bo-boom We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit I got my money in my Bitch, I said I got my money in my Bentley (yeah) I got Rolls Royce's, I got coupes, I paid tuition (skrr) My diamonds 12 different colors like a sissy (ergh) Yeah, Patek Philippe's, I forgot to mention (Philippe's) I got suspended, I didn't have to do the dishes (yeah, yeah) I did it up and I didn't never ever listen 20 cars deep, we ain't worried about winnin' (nah) 6ix9ine (yeah), bang red like Heinz I'm a snake, nigga 6 shots in ya spine Money call me, I'ma pick up every time (brrt, brrt) And I got a bands in this bitch, yeah We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit Scum Gang

Sad Pony Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it, that's cash in my pockets That's cash, 100, you need that? I got it Need it, got it, cash, pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it, that's cash in my pockets That's cash, 100, you need that? Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty 6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina Riding in a two-seater with two ninas Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck Told her she could get Chanel, if she let my friends fuck Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck Vroom, vroom, G5 Vroom, vroom, we high You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like You a type of bitch that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar bill, come get her Even your man know Nickis do it better I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me Always on my page, never double-tap, like me Baddies to my left and my right Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh) He a slave to this pussy, call me master Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta" They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr) Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin' They keep hatin', but still watchin' Check the boards, I'm still toppin' Bustdown or plain jane, I got options It's a bunch of mini-mes, I'm the one they mockin' Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin' When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin') When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin' Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast He singin' my old song yellin', "Ass, ass, ass" They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a 100 like the number on my dash, dash, dash That real ass ain't keep your nigga home

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true