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A mí me gusta que me traten como dama
Aunque de eso se me olvide cuando estamos en la cama
A mí me gusta que me digan poesía
Al oído por la noche cuando hacemos groserías
Me gusta un caballero
Que sea interesante
Que sea un buen amigo
Pero más un buen amante
¿Qué importa unos años de más?
A mí me gustan mayores
De esos que llaman señores
De los que te abren la puerta
Y te mandan flores
A mí me gustan más grandes
Que no me quepa en la boca
Los besos que quiera darme
Y que me vuelva loca
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Yo no soy viejo pero tengo la cuenta como uno
Si quieres a la cama yo te llevo el desayuno
Como yo, ninguno
Un caballero con 21, yeah
Yo estoy puesto pa’ todas tus locura’
Que tú quieres un viejo, ¿está segura?
Yo te prometo un millón de aventuras
Y en la cama te duro lo que él no dura
Yo estoy activo 24/7
Conmigo no hacen falta los juguetes
Yo todavía me hago de paquete
Pero si te gusta abusar cor otra gente
A mí me gustan mayores
De esos que llaman señores
De los que te abren la puerta
Y te mandan flores
A mí me gustan más grandes
Que no me quepa en la boca
Los besos que quiera darme
Y que me vuelva loca
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Yo no quiero un niño que no sepa nada
Yo prefiero un tipo, traje de la talla
Yo no quiero un niño que no sepa nada
Yo prefiero un tipo, traje de la talla
A mí me gustan, me gustan mayores
De esos que llaman señores
De los que te abren la puerta
Y te mandan flores
A mí me gustan más grandes
Que no me quepan la boca
Los besos que quiera darme
Y que me vuelva loca
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Loca
Oh oh oh oh oh
Loca
Bad Bunny baby baby
Jeje
Becky G
‘Becky G’

Yeah

If I could change the world
Like a fairy tale
I would drink the love
From your holy grail

I would start with love
Tell ol’ Beelzebub
To get outta town
‘Cause you just lost your job

How did we get so affected
‘Cause I think
Love is love reflected

Time
Don’t let it slip away
Raise yo’ drinkin’ glass
Here’s to yesterday
In time
We’re all gonna trip away
Don’t piss heaven off
We got hell to pay
Come full circle

And if
There’s a spell on you that
I could take away
I would do the deed
Yeah, and by the way
Here’s to heaven knows
As the circle goes
It ain’t right
I’m uptight
Yeah, get on my toes

I used to think that every little thing I did was crazy
But now I think the Karma cops are comin’ after you

Time
Don’t let it slip away
Raise yo’ drinkin’ glass
Here’s to yesterday
In time
We’re all gonna trip away
Don’t piss heaven off
We got hell to pay
Come full circle

Every time you get yourself caught up
Inside of someone else’s crazy dream
Own it, yeah, that’s a mistake
Everybody’s gotta lot o’ nada killing
Them instead of killing me

Time
Don’t let it slip away
Raise yo’ drinkin’ glass
Here’s to yesterday
In time
We’re all gonna trip away
Don’t piss heaven off
We got hell to pay
Come full circle

Circle, circle

Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree, "Dream a little dream of me"
Say "nighty-night" and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me

Stars fading, but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss, I’m longing to linger till dawn, dear
Just saying this: Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 1: Plies]
I don’t need no calculator, I’m too advanced (I’m too advanced)
Somebody call up Future, I need some Percocet (I need some Percocet!)
Today my ten-year anniversary of my first hundred grand (Woo!)
Told my teacher in elementary I’m gon’ be the man (I told ya!)
Told my bitch that she could leave me if she don’t understand (Woo!)
They say more money bring problems; give me the problems, then (Give me the problems!)
If you hatin’ ’cause you ain’t eatin’, then I’m not a fan (I’m not a fan)
If the lick bigger than $50,000, I’m all in (I’m all in!)
Eyes open like I just snorted an 8-ball! (Woo!)
Chase the money like they just called for the "last call!" (Woo!)
Don’t say you rich if you ballin’, but your dawgs starving (Woo)
Don’t say you hustlin’ if you laid up and the money callin’! (I swear!)

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
That check call, I get up; gotta make it!
Five in the mornin’ I be chasin’
When it come to money, I be racin’, I’m impatient
Like *BRRRRRR!*
Baby, it’s a play, can’t miss it, gotta take it!
I be at it by the minute, it be coming by the daily
I ain’t got it, I go crazy!
I got habits and three babies
We got lean by the cases, it take care of the tribulations
Family problems, gotta face it
I go hard, can’t let it break me (I won’t let it break me)
Living wild, I pay dues
In that Lamb on cruise, hit the gas and it go zoom!
Play up on my cell, every day my phone boom!
Ain’t got no time for my girl
I’ll make it up; I’m on the move!

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 3: Plies]
I’m all All About the Benjamins, like Cube said
And I ain’t arguing with you niggas, I’m putting it on your head
I’m on my Bone Crusher shit, I Ain’t Neva Scared
You keep the accolades and the fame, I just want the bread!
Want every day I wake up to feel like tax season
I ain’t never been a flagger, bitch, I’m really eatin’
I told my mom she straight forever, bitch, I swear to God
I’m ten toes down and I ain’t movin’, bitch, like Rosa Parks!
And for that money, I swear to God, bitch, I’m a bloodhound
And if it’s out there, I’m going to get it, bitch, I’mma run it down
I want a billion and some change, fuck a hundred mil
And if that check go to call, then babe, I’m outta here!

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!

[Verse 1]
I believe kids oughta stay kids as long as they can
Turn off the screen, go climb a tree, get dirt on their hands
I believe we gotta forgive and make amends
Cause nobody gets a second chance to make new old friends
I believe in working hard for what you’ve got
Even if it don’t add up to a hell of a lot

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Verse 2]
I believestreets of gold are worth the work
But I still wanna go even if they were paved in dirt
I believe that youth is spent well on the young
Cause wisdom in your teens would be a lot less fun
I believe if you just go by the nightly news
Your faith in all mankind would be the first thing you lose

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Bridge]
I believe that days go slow and years go fast
And every breath’s a gift, the first one to the last

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Outro]
I believe most people are good
I believe most people are good