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Sooner or Later

Cosculluela

Tarde o Temprano

Dice que ya no quiere nada, pero le cae de una
Se engancha mis cubana’
Ella le llega en la tarde
Se va por la mañana
Nos la pasamo’ chingando
Fumando marihuana, ah-ah

Porque te puedo decir
Ella por allá y yo aquí
Así me gusta a mí, eh-eh
Ya como lo puede’ ver
No me tengo que joder, ne

(You know me, brrru)

Porque tarde o temprano
Cae en mis manos
Yo no le tiro, no
Yo ni la llamo (fuck love)

Mucho’ le juegan
Yo siemprе gano
Y sin joderme mucho
Cae еn mis mano’

Porque tarde o temprano
Cae en mis manos
Yo no le tiro, no
Yo ni la llamo

Mucho’ le juegan
Yo siempre gano
Y sin joderme mucho
Y sin joderme mucho, eh-eh-eh

Los zapato’ que tú le compra’
Ella me visita, en ello’ le doy
Sigo invicto, bo, como Floyd
En la Range y en el Rolls-Royce

Este es P.R
La zona
Con ella nadie corona
Ha tení’o sus titerito’, pero olvida, no perdona

Tiene rencor
Ella no bebe alcohol
Solamente champi
En Nueva York en el juego ‘e los Yankee’
De altura, ‘e Cupey como Ankhi

Dom Peri, Burberry
Dice que mueve coso’ de peri
La chamaca está en otra liga
Por eso no la cogen de cherry

Y la quieren pa’ en serio
Pero no anda en serio
Tú anda’ en un aéreo
A ella le gusta el jacuzzi, es manual con sistema de stereo

Escuchando a Romeo y a Drake
El Spotify siempre está en play
Pero cuando se siente sola, eso es con Coscu
Pa’ mí no hay break, yeah, yeh

Tarde o temprano
Cae en mis manos
Yo no le tiro, no
Yo ni la llamo

Mucho’ le juegan
Yo siempre gano
Y sin joderme mucho
Cae en mis mano’

Porque tarde o temprano
Cae en mis manos
Yo no le tiro, no
Yo ni la llamo

Mucho’ le juegan
Yo siempre gano
Y sin joderme mucho
Y sin joderme mucho, eh-eh-eh

No le gusta la playa si no es en Marrueco’
Con el bolsillo seco
No va contigo ni pa’ Ocean Park
Dice que parece’ un teco

Dice que no le mete’ al gym
Y que eres sátiro como Berlín
Ella me dice: Papi Benjamin
Ella me escucha y eso es cashing-shing-shing

Se pegó en el jackpot, el real trofeo
Le gano sin hacer pulseo
Debajo del agua saben que buceo

Saben que el trabajo es de arriba pa’bajo
Y de abajo pa’rriba trabao’ en sativa
¿No te da’ cuenta que ella te esquiva?
No quiere chingar y entró a la nativa

Ella quiere la cama king, ‘toy home alone, ah
Las almohada’ to’as de Brookstone
2 mil peso’ cada una
Son cómoda’, jeje, bien cabrón

El recibo a Cupido
Pa’ que te devuelva el flechazo
Vuelve y sube la Luna, ella siempre termina en mis brazo’

Porque tarde o temprano
Cae en mis manos
Yo no le tiro, no
Yo ni la llamo (fuck love)

Mucho’ le juegan
Yo siempre gano
Y sin joderme mucho
Cae en mis mano’

Porque tarde o temprano
Cae en mis manos
Yo no le tiro, no
Yo ni la llamo

Mucho’ le juegan
Yo siempre gano
Y sin joderme mucho
Y sin joderme mucho, eh-eh-eh

Gangsta boy
El Princi
El Cerebrr—
El Mueka
Baby
Oreoo
Rottweilas, Rottweilas, Rottweilas, Rottweilas Inc
Homeboy

Sooner or Later

She says she doesn't want anything anymore, but she falls for it
She gets hooked on my Cuban cigars
She comes in the afternoon
Leaves in the morning
We spend our time f***ing
Smoking marijuana, ah-ah

Because I can tell you
She's over there and I'm here
That's how I like it, eh-eh
Now as you can see
I don't have to f*** myself over, ne

(You know me, brrru)

Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her (f*** love)

Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
She falls into my hands

Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her

Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
And without messing myself up much, eh-eh-eh

The shoes you buy her
She visits me, I give her
I'm still undefeated, bro, like Floyd
In the Range and in the Rolls-Royce

This is P.R
The zone
With her, no one is crowned
She's had her little puppets, but she forgets, doesn't forgive

She holds a grudge
She doesn't drink alcohol
Just champagne
In New York at the Yankees' game
High up, from Cupey like Ankhi

Dom Perignon, Burberry
She says she moves things around
The girl is in another league
That's why they don't take her seriously

And they want her for real
But she's not serious
You're flying high
She likes the jacuzzi, manual with stereo system

Listening to Romeo and Drake
Spotify is always playing
But when she feels lonely, that's with Coscu
For me, there's no break, yeah, yeh

Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her

Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
She falls into my hands

Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her

Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
And without messing myself up much, eh-eh-eh

She doesn't like the beach unless it's in Morocco
With an empty pocket
She won't go with you even to Ocean Park
She says you look like a loser

She says she doesn't go to the gym
And that you're a satyr like Berlin
She tells me: Daddy Benjamin
She listens to me and that's cashing-shing-shing

She hit the jackpot, the real trophy
I win without even trying
Underwater, they know I dive

They know the work goes from top to bottom
And from bottom to top, I work in sativa
Don't you realize she's avoiding you?
She doesn't want to f*** and she entered the native

She wants the king-size bed, I'm home alone, ah
All the pillows from Brookstone
2 thousand pesos each
They're comfortable, hehe, really badass

The receipt to Cupid
So he returns the arrow
The Moon rises again, she always ends up in my arms

Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her (f*** love)

Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
She falls into my hands

Sooner or later
She falls into my hands
I don't chase her, no
I don't even call her

Many play with her
I always win
And without messing myself up much
And without messing myself up much, eh-eh-eh

Gangsta boy
The Princi
The Cerebrr—
The Mueka
Baby
Oreoo
Rottweilers, Rottweilers, Rottweilers, Rottweilers Inc
Homeboy

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