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They work, they work, but they don't succeed
You buy all the Jordans, fool, they give them to me for free
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But it's that in the closet, I have a lot of fat
I already moved the Gucci inside the house
Motherf*cker, they don't even know you in the Plaza
The Devil calls me, but Jesus Christ hugs me
Warrior like Eddie, long live the race
I like Puerto Ricans, I like Cuban women
I like the accent of Colombian women
How the Dominican shakes her a*s
How hot the Venezuelans f*ck me
We're active, Perico Pin Pin
Hundred-dollar bills in the briefcase
Let the bass resound, Bobby Valentin
Here it's forbidden to love, tell them, Charytín
For the itch, I have Claritin
I arrive at the club and a riot forms
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Like Celia Cruz, I have the sugar
Your girl saw me and went chest-first like Jimmy Snuka
We're gonna knock your wig off
And go to hell, motherf*cker
I'm not going to pass you the hookah
My Balenciaga sneakers welcome me at the entrance
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That on the cover of Billboard, you've seen my face
Wherever you travel, you've heard 'Mi Gente'
I'm not high, I'm like the Testarossa
I'm the one who lives it and also the one who enjoys it
It's the thing, babe, it's the thing
Who looks, suffers, and who touches, enjoys
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