Maybe my music isn't healthy
But I didn't invent sex or marijuana-juana

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Where are the hoes? Raise your hand
Just another twerk and we're off, to the Vatican
Call your mom so ask her for your hand, ay
I was in hell when I met a she-devil
I was selling my soul and I bought hers right away (bought)
She's really hot, her friend even hotter, let's go, the three of us
Let's go, the three of us, yes

Where are we? I don't know, who are you? I don't know
My God, forgive me for I sinned again
You're horny, I know, let's fuck, I know
My God, forgive me, ay, ay

The club is lit because I came
Who's the toughest? Everyone knows it's me
Whoever bet against, by law, they messed up
Connected in PR and in New York, York, York, York, ha
I made this one to blow them through the roof
What else am I to do if I already did it to you? Mmm
I already did it to you, yes
Hector Lavoe in Fania (Fania), Toni Kroos in Germany
The one who taught Harry how to do magic
The hardest in PR, move to Pennsylvania, yes, yes
Don't bother, no, no, no, don't bother
I hope you dream of me when you go to bed, haha

I fuck on the gyaldem, I fuck on the freak
Single mother just like Lisha (Lisha), ay, ay
I make out with Villana, I make out with Tokischa, ay
Whoever doesn't like it, heh, it's 'cause they don't fuck

Where are we? I don't know, who are you? I don't know
My God, forgive me for I sinned again
You're horny, I know, let's fuck, I know
My God, forgive me, ay, ay

Maybe my music isn't healthy
But I didn't invent sex or marijuana
Fuck those who criticize me
We're making money and that bothers them, ay
Everyone here fornicates, the waitress and the preacher
Damn, baby, you're so delicious
Send me pictures of Young Mika
She's got me overthinking
The night got kinky
Three fingers in the pink, the pinky in the stink
The buds are purple like Tinky Winky
A slap on the ass and I leave her like Po, ay
I do her where she pee-pee, I do her where she poo-poo

God is watching you, God is listening to you
That's what we're teaching our children

Ay, to believe in God you don't have to be a minister
No man on earth has the right to judge in the name of Christ
I know He doesn't care how I dress
And if He comes down tomorrow, He might catch me at the club
And if He sees everything, I know He's seen me
Really drunk in the VIP
He knows by heart the ones I've fucked
If I told you, "I love you, my love," I lied to you again
I lied to you again
I lied to you again

Where are we? I don't know, who are you? I don't know
My God, forgive me for I sinned again
You're horny, I know, let's fuck, I know
My God, forgive me

Maybe my music don't su-su-su-su-su-su-su

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