Somebody's Girl

Me fui al club y encontré una morrita
Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita
Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba
Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita

Yeah, the words out, she a turn out
You know the pretty fly bitch with the bird mouth
When we pull up we bringin' all the girls out
Glass plate, the homies put the pearl out
Yeah, she in my back seat drinking
Duckin' calls from her boyfriend all weekend
I play with her mind, I know what she thinkin'
She love me, then hate me and has trouble leavin'

Four seasons, two Norwegians
The men at the door all they hear is the screaming
Late mission and I'm ready to fuck
I'm with my homeboys, girl, and she rollin' one up

Te dice que te ama y se acuesta conmigo
Ella está conmigo
Entre mis cobijas, dándole mi abrigo
Se lo hago rico
Te dice que te ama y se acuesta conmigo
Ella está conmigo
Les cumples capricho, gastó tu bolsillo
Y ella está conmigo

Me fui al club y encontré una morrita
Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita
Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba
Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita

Walk in the club and I smell like some gas
Then she asked what I have
Told her, "Baby, come try this out"
She got me by my head and we goin' to the bed
Get some sex, then I kick her out
Take her back to her man
Plus she'll see me again
So (that's that shit, yeah)

Me fui al club y encontré una morrita
Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita
Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba
Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita

Too many drinks, got a face in the sink
Got her face all bink, she split Henny on the mink
I woke up and dropped us off, 20 on the ring
In the brand-new coupe, screamin' money in the thing
I'm with my homeboys' girl, it's a cold world

But she like the way I go deep and make her toes curl
She ain't pickin' up the phone, he's knockin' on her door
But your girl's not home, she's with me and she's stoned
Yeah, she spent that money on me
She gettin' mad, run back and actin' funny on me
I knock bitches, got a gang of hot bitches
Your girl went missing, I guess her rock different

Me fui al club y encontré una morrita
Ella quiere, quiere prender el de lechita
Me agarra, agarra de la mano y vamo' arriba
Y tu mujer yo te la llevo en una horita

Walk in the club and I smell like some gas



Credits
Writer(s): Aldo Alan Aldape Diaz, Kristopher Angel Nava
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