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Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Just let me do my dance real quick
You feel me? Pera te, Pera te, Pera te
Look, Look
It's niceymost most likely with a buzz like mosquitos
Pop open tequila por el papi Tranquilo
I be in the burbs or the trenches like a peacoat
But always kept the G-Code, never had a cheat code
Reaping after harvest
Situations hard, so I gotta party harder
And the homie don't drink, yet he'll toast me outta honor
But trust he keep the peace, like he the dalai lama
Word to Marty, yeah we going international
Nothing gets me tied up, I'm going business casual
Loving how it look girl, mueva lo más rápido
Shawty got me hostage, drafting up a ransom note
Am I living that irrational?
Putting on some mileage, it's a distance for the capital
Thought they had the jump on me until I did the catapult
So if you hatin' then I hope you're breathing's, agonal
You already know how we be, huh?
Hacemos más y que pasa mi cariña
A couple bottles celebratin' 'cause the team's up
It makes 'em sour deep down when they see us
Hola, un momento necesito un
Copa, pa centro, pa dentro y
Toma, pa centro, pa dentro y
Toma y Toma
Marty after dark, now you feel me in this bitch
She gon' call me for a fix, she ain't gettin' on the list
And the liquors never mixin' 'cause I'm all up in the mix
Shawty lyin' to my face, but the truth is in the hips
To the haters that's pretendin' man you get nada
Tip-toe'n with yo' chick in these leather pradas
And if you want the smoke, we can get higher
It's martyafterdark, don't forget
She gon' pull up in the sweats
But she ain't gon' be doin' sets
Now shawty keep it chill, don't get obsessed
And when I'm with the next, don't get upset
The shirt five hundred more or less
The boy finna land in LAX
El primo martin, rolls gas