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[Intro]
Remy

[Chorus]
Girl your ex keep calling
Fuck him we balling
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub for you

[Verse 1]
You should change the number to your old phone
Tell your ex, nigga leave you alone
He stuck in the past, he ain’t got no cash
I swear that’s just bad for you
And this where you need to be
Top floor of the suite
Fuck you on the beach
Cups full o’ Hennessy
Backwoods for the weed
We on a hell of a high, but he always killing our vibes

[Refrain]
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Tell him leave yo’ ass alone
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Tell him leave yo’ ass alone
Tell him leave yo’ ass alone
Ex keep callin’, might have to buy you a new phone

[Chorus]
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Fuck him we ballin’
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Fuck him we ballin’
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub for you

[Verse 2]
I swear he a bum
He ain’t got no crib, he still living with his mom
He ain’t got no car, he still riding in the Uber
He ain’t got no choice, that nigga a loser
Listen lady, you the only one that started thinking that he crazy
You the only one that ever thought that he was wavy
You the only one, you got that nigga going brazy
Shawty you a baddie
And you got a fattie
Ask my ex girl, you’d be lucky if you had me
I just want to show you the world, you can have it
And you know a dub mean you lovin’ the fashion

[Chorus]
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Fuck him we ballin’
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Fuck him we ballin’
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub for you

[Bridge]
In Barclays we milly rock
Louis on my sock
Gucci on my top
Niggas still on your top
Girl your ex keep calling, tell that nigga to stop
He ain’t got no pockets
You should put that nigga on hold
Girl your ex keep calling
Ex keep calling

[Chorus]
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Fuck him we ballin’
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub
Girl, your ex keep callin’
Fuck him we ballin’
I put double G’s on you, I put double C’s on you
I put Louis V on you, that nigga a scrub
He can’t take you out, that shit is a dub for you

[Intro: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in ya
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: PnB Rock]
With a little baby
She be going brazy
She ride me like a Mercedes
[?]
She just wanna taste me
She [?]
[?]
[?] other bitches they so basic
She say [?]
She just wanna race me
I say girl you crazy
This money all I’m chasing
[?] to the bank now
You should see my statements
[?]
You should see my [?]
[?]
[?] on my wrist
She sippin bubbly I’mma sip fine
Hit me up and tap in when when you in my town

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: Bobby Brackins]
Don’t forget to hear my phone now
You be the one I hold down
Rolling up that [?]
The money ought to slow down
Ye I got [?] next to your city
Whenever you in Cali
Come and fuck with me I be down in LA
She know I’m from the bay
She giving good brain
Cos she graduated [?]
[?] getting cake now
Automatic pay
[?]
[?] to the bank

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Él vino a buscarme y ahí lo supe (uh)
(Vi clara su actitud)
Me dijo: "son tantas las que yo tuve" (uh)
(Pero me faltas tú)
No puedo soltarte, no seas tan cruel (hey)
(Desde esa noche azul)
Mi papá me dice que malo es él (uh)
¿Qué más puedo hacer?

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Ooh-ooh-ooh, lo supe en un segundo
Él cambiaría mi mundo
Ya no puedo más
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ay es que me duele mucho
Decir adiós, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (D-D-DY)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Daddy Yankee]
Soy el domador de todas las nenas malas
Muchos corazones clavado en el sofá de mi sala
Todavía recuerdo lo que le dije aquella mañana
La primera que quiero como la Habana
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Llegamo’ pal’ mambo, suéname el tambor
Pa’ que te recuerdes de La Habana y el campo
La libertad que bien te sabe
¿Cuándo volverá? sólo Dios sabe
Mami ¿qué bolá?, ooh-na-na
Ta’ acompañada o andas sola, ooh-na-na (sola, sola)
Pero que fácil me descontrola, ooh-na-na
Tú me quemas, vuelves y me enrolas, me enrolas (ah, ah)
Camila y Ramón Ayala de un pájaro son las dos alas

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh, no)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah, Camila Cabello & Daddy Yankee]
Ooh na-na, oh-na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Vamos pa’ la habana, vamos pa’ la habana
Take me back, back, back (like…)
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, yeah)
Mucha ropa cara pa’ la habana-bana-bana
Take me back, back, back like…
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
D-D-DY, DY, Camila Cabello

[Chorus: Camila Cabello, Pharrell Williams & Daddy Yankee]
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (oh, yeah)
Diddy, diddy, diddy, Daddy Yankee, yeah
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (DY)
Oh, but my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

Hey
Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?" (uh)
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with (uh)
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute (hey)
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him (uh)
He got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ay)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that B
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me
Havana, ooh na-na (ay, ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ay)
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (oo-ooh)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yeah, babe)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, yeah)
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na (yea, babe)
Take me back, back, back
(Hey, hey)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana
Havana, ooh na-na
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (ay, ay)
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ay)
Havana, ooh na-na
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na (oh na, yeah)
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

That Gucci s**t don’t matter
That Versace s**t don’t matter
I get it cause I got it
I got it cause you had to have it
That Fendi s**t don’t matter
That Chanel s**t don’t matter
You can take it off all that designer
You still be the badass
It’s the Lamborghini love tequila kisses
And you love when you take it all
And you take it all, take it all

Cause im clean s**t don’t matter
That Dior s**t don’t matter
You can take it off all that designer
You still be the badass
That Gucci s**t don’t matter
That Ferragamo I know,I know.

I can spot a real b*tch to a bon voyage
I don’t need no soldier.
But your whole side of armado.
When the lights stop flashing you still shine.
And you look so good even when you’re not ok.
You’re still so fine.

I cannot deny it,
You got something special
They cannot buy.
I got all this money
Versuri-lyrics.info
I can’t find nobody
To do me like your body.
I just wanna party with you.

That Gucci s**t don’t matter
That Versace s**t don’t matter
I get it cause I got it
I got it cause you had to have it
That Fendi s**t don’t matter
That Chanel s**t don’t matter
You can take it off all that designer
You still be the badass

It’s the Lamborghini love tequila kisses
and you love when you take it all
and you take it all, take it all

Cause im clean s**t don’t matter
that Dior s**t don’t matter
you can take it off all that designer
you still be the badass
that Gucci s**t don’t matter
that Ferragamo I know,I knowww