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Ah-ah-ah
La música no patea igual que cuando eras mía
Estoy persiguiendo un high que nunca más voy a sentir (nunca más)
Tu ex que corte el chit-chat, te está dando pila cotorra (bla-bla-bla)
Naciste pa' ser blandita y la vida te convirtió en una jugadora
¿Te arrepientes de algo en nuestra historia?
Lo pensaba en alto, no respondas
No quiero discutir esto ahora
Quiero darte paz cuando estés ansiosa
Baby, a estas horas
Billes flotan, tigres lloran
Sube tu culo al Range Rover
Ven ahora y bend over
Volviste a tus viеjos modos
Cazar en Insta, desbloquear golfos
Escapar bеbiendo en las rocas (Cruzzi)
Quiero que huyamos hacia el trópico
Que echemos carreras en foráneos
Pillo que necesitaras closure
Pero ese voice note me mató
Me fugué dos semanas a Tokio
Joseo mucho, no sé leer el número
Sé que me amas y jodes con la visión
Amor intermitente es lo que pue'o ofrecer
Baby, a estas horas
Billes flotan, tigres lloran
Sube tu culo al Range Rover
Ven ahora y bend over
Bend-bend over, loba
Rebola y bésame
Mis ídolos están muertos
Mis contrarios en poder
No me queda qué ganar
Ya no tengo na' qué perder, bend over
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
Kill me with the cocky, kill me with the tightness
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
Kill me with the cocky, kill me with the tightness
Range Rover
Ah-ah-ah
The music doesn't hit like it did when you were mine
I'm chasing a high I'll never feel again (never again)
Your ex can cut the chit-chat, he's just blowing smoke (blah-blah-blah)
You were born to be soft, but life turned you into a player
Do you regret anything in our story?
I was thinking out loud, don’t answer
I don’t want to argue about this now
I want to give you peace when you’re feeling anxious
Baby, at this hour
Bills are floating, tigers are crying
Get your ass in the Range Rover
Come on now and bend over
You’re back to your old ways
Hunting on Insta, unlocking losers
Escaping while drinking on the rocks (Cruzzi)
I want us to run away to the tropics
Let’s race in foreign cars
I know you need closure
But that voice note killed me
I ghosted for two weeks in Tokyo
I hustle a lot, can’t read the number
I know you love me and mess with the vision
Intermittent love is all I can offer
Baby, at this hour
Bills are floating, tigers are crying
Get your ass in the Range Rover
Come on now and bend over
Bend-bend over, wolf
Shake it and kiss me
My idols are dead
My enemies are in power
I have nothing left to gain
I’ve got nothing left to lose, bend over
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
Kill me with the confidence, kill me with the tightness
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
You are my mister, you are my miss
Kill me with the confidence, kill me with the tightness