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Tus besos saben tan amargos
Cuando te ensucias los labios
Con mentiras otra vez

Dices que te estoy haciendo daño
Que con el paso de los años
Me estoy haciendo mas cruel

Nunca crei que te veria
Remendando mis heridas
Con jirones de tu piel

De ti aprendio mi corazon
De ti aprendio mi corazon
No me reproches
Que no sepa darte amor

"me has enseñado tu
Tu has sido mi maestro
Para hacer sufrir
Si alguna vez fui mala
Lo aprendi de ti
No digas que no entiendes como
Puedo ser asi
Si te estoy haciendo daño
Lo aprendi de ti

Me has enseñado tu
Maldigo mi inocencia
Te maldigo a ti
Maldito el maestro
Y maldita la aprendiz
Maldigo lo que amo
Y te lo debo a ti"

Me duelen tus caricias
Porque noto
Que tus manos son cristales rotos
Bajo mis pies

Dices que te estoy haciendo daño
Que con el paso de los años
Me estoy haciendo mas cruel

Nunca crei que te veria
Remendando mis heridas
Con jirones de tu piel

De ti aprendio mi corazon
De ti aprendio mi corazon
No me reproches
Que no sepa darte amor

"estribillo"

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
CashMoneyAP
Hitmaka!
It’s Gucci!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her shit together

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Might pick you up, then bend you over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 3: Quavo]
(Quavo)
Pineapple sweet (yeah)
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)
Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
All of a sudden
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple

[Verse 1: IDK]
This is what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
What people paid paper for dammit
This that goin’ to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him
And I ain’t gotta act like I’m from there, I’m real
Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield
Act tough as a gold medal, you link ’em they daffodil
Meanwhile I’m just runnin’ back kick returns back on the field
Where the Redskins be losing but we gon’ support ’em still
That’s how you know where our loyalty at
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I’m lit
I rub on her clit, she drip
Then I cum on her tits
How common is this to spit like a fucking attempt, I’m murdering shit
I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
I flip the script, then skip to your fucking event
I take the check and dip, moments later it’s spent
You take the check and shit, it’s enough for your ‘rents
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain’t good enough, prick?
Uhh, I think that I’m top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one
And I’m still not done
Trump supporters’ daughter love me, so I still think that we won
She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
This what you been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
It’s a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
I ain’t got to explain it
This lane, I done paved it (right)
I done paid my dues, now I’m just collecting payments (collect)
One verse, that’s gon’ be your whole life savings
If I was you, I’d be makin’ funeral arrangements
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up)
Hit you with the bar that I’m raisin’
I come in guns blazin’ (facts)
We gon’ see who get the last laugh (hah)
It’s funny ’cause these niggas always trippin’ off the past (hah)
Think this shit a joke until somebody get choked
Choked off the very words that they spoke
List here though, it’s getting near close
‘Bout to blow your brain through your fucking ear lobes
This one, the kid been gon’ for a while, they missed him
Patient with the shot when he blast off, won’t miss him

[Verse 3: Russ]
Somebody gon’ die tonight
Rappers see me but don’t say shit like they don’t have vocals
And they be dissin’ on the socials like they don’t have Pro Tools
They think you up until you’re big enough
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
I’m already eight figures up
Y’all are in the minors still, I’m Willie Mays
Y’all still jumpin’ out of bed for 50k
I roll back over and continue fucking all y’all’s favorite
I’m the greatest, and I’m not stoppin’ ’til all y’all say it
Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals
Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals
I’m in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a
Part of the formula that put me here so fuck you
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
(Haha)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Huh, end of discussion (what)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
End of discussion (huh, yuh)
End of discussion (discussion)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (what)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing
End of discussion (what, huh)

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Big bag, truckload (huh)
I’m in her throat (throat)
Plug call, I finesse for the dope (plug)
Gucci, my coat (Gucci)
Rich nigga, had to come up from broke (rich)
100 a show (100)
Want a feature, it’ll be 50 or more (50)
Pull off with yo thottie, I just got that ‘rari (skrrt)
Pack touchdown like I’m James Harden (pack)
From nothing to something (something)
Dolce Gabbana, my bitch now she stunting (she stunting)
Was trappin’ a onion (trap)
Rich Forever, boy you know how we bomin’ (huh)
Matte black Wraith (Wraith)
Pocket, all faces (what)
Can’t sit on the bench ’cause I ball baby (ball baby)
Shut down every store in the mall baby (mall baby)
Swerving, she nervous (nervous)
Young nigga, I was trappin’ a birdie (trap)
Cook it up, hurry (hurry)
All of my niggas on 730 (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Huh, end of discussion (what)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
End of discussion (huh, yuh)
End of discussion (discussion)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (what)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing
End of discussion (huh)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I went from nothing to everything
I went from finer to better things
Colombiana and Mary Jane, stuffed the Eddie Bauer with Eddie Cane
Straight to the top, fuck the middle man
I cut him out, Edward Scissorhands
Everytime I pop thousand milligrams, spin to the top like the ceiling fans
Bad bitch pretty, she pretty bad
She might get a bag that come with a bag
Pull out a molly bag, let her dib and dab
Let the money talk ’til it jibber jab
My plug just hit me with a give and go
Now I’m over the stove and I’m whipping ass
Tell the boogeyman I’m the bigger man
Tell the trigger man, "pull the trigger, man"
Pull up on yo ass, two seater
Pull off fast like a loose cheetah
One diamond ring on two fingers
Cheating on these hoes, call me Tune Cheadle
Look how they grinnin’ and blushin’
I got the enemy rushing, get it? the enemy Russian
Fuck it, end of discussion
Tune
Money team

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Huh, end of discussion (what, end of discussion)
I went from nothing to something (nothing to something)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh, hunnids)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami, tsunami)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
End of discussion (huh, yuh, yuh, rich, yuh)
End of discussion (yuh)
I went from nothing to something (nothing to something)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh, hunnids)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (yuh)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami, tsunami)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
End of discussion (rich)

[Verse 3: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
Blue cheese (cheese), hundos (moolah)
She gotta go (go)
Want a bag, left the bitch at the door (bitch)
Pinky on froze (froze)
Made a milli, you was chasin’ them hoes (milli)
The money don’t fold (fold), baby mama keep calling my phone (whoa)
She ride it like a Harley, bitches call me gnarly (gnarly)
Them diamonds fufu, you ain’t tricking nobody (what)
I came up from nothing (nothing)
They was hating, I was getting to the money (money)
My wrist on Dasani (word)
Pussy good and she look like Kehlani (yuh)
Stars in the Wraith (Wraith), automatic face (neck)
She wanna fuck my chain (my chain)
Pussy poppin’, but you bought her a Range (whoa)
Just to come pull up on me (me)
You probably flex for a week (flex)
In Paris, a 50 at least (50)
Too many racks up on me (rich)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Huh, end of discussion (what)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
End of discussion (huh, yuh)
End of discussion (discussion)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (what)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani
Pussy tsunami
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing
End of discussion (huh)

[Intro: Stefflon Don]
Say mi whine up the ting ’til it pile up
Big bumper, girl, just a whine and it wile up
Dem a squad, me never stop ’til it pile up
Mind enough so it might…

[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
You dance like just like you mean it, yeah
Dance like you’re on fire and you want me to know
You move like you mean it, shawty, see the look on your face
You don’t wanna fight, I wanna make love, maybe both, oh

[Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Yeah, I’ve been looking at you, looking at you, watching
The way that you whine it and pop it
One more time, girl, whine it, pop it, yeah, yeah
That drink got me feeling alright
Pretty little thing, I could watch it all night
Pull up on that bumper, girl, I just might
Pull up on that bumper, girl, I just might

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Baby, push back when I jump behind it, when I jump behind it
So when I jump behind it, push back on me
So baby, push back when I jump behind it
Oh, baby, let me know you like it
Tonight, let’s give ’em something to see

[Post-Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)

[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]
Said I want you to mean it, yeah
You got me on fire, baby, I smell the smoke
Come on, grab me by the waist if love me real hard
Baby, looking at me crazy, take me to the bar
Couple shots, no chaser
My booty amazing
Come on, baby, chase it
Back to the flock, give her space and

[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
Looking at me, looking at me, watching the way I wind it and pop it
One more time, I wind it and pop it, yeah
Baby, that drink got me feeling alright
Pretty little thing, you can watch me all night
Pull up on this bumper, boy, I don’t mind
Pull up on this bumper, boy, I don’t mind

[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Baby, push back when I jump behind it, when I jump behind it
So when I jump behind it, push back on me
So baby, push back when I jump behind it
Oh, baby, let me know you like it
Tonight, let’s give ’em something to see

[Post-Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Yo, push back while mi push back on di ting
Put it pon you one time, mi phone nuh stop ring (hello?)
My ring off my cellular
Nuff chat but tell mi what you tellin’ her
Jump up, make it ’bout to jump, ’til it crack your brump
My girl, mi no say nuh’, when you crack it up
Rough it up, pon it, Jessica, we no need bed
Mi a done every man, haffi do what mi say (hello?)
I want it, love when you wind up on it
Bi-big bumper, don’t stall it
All in the mornin’

[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Baby, push back when I jump behind it, when I jump behind it
So when I jump behind it, push back on me
So baby, push back when I jump behind it
Oh, baby, let me know you like it
Tonight, let’s give ’em something to see

[Post-Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)

[Outro: Stefflon Don]
Say mi whine up the ting ’til it pile up
Big bumper, girl, just a whine and it wile up
Dem a squad, me never stop ’til it pile up
Mind enough so it might…