Awoo, the kings with the kings my love

Baby where are you, tonight I'll pick you up in the hurricane
You know your boyfriend has nothing to spend
You and I cruising in the neighborhood, let's have fun

Tell me chain, I'm with the Philipp Plein combo
We're making money and your boyfriend is playing PlayStation
Hey, a song from the king with the king, the girls are calling every day
Tell your boyfriend to get in line, he can't handle the heat
My crew has money, we spend it all weekend
I'm an iPhone and your boyfriend is a beeper
In the hurricane, she's unzipping my zipper

Mixing champagne with tussy, you strike a pose
To eat you up, bounce those buttocks to the rhythm of the beat
I like how you bite your lips

Coming down from the neighborhood, in the convertible Mercedes
King Records my love, even the plane is private
Wow, I already passed them by
It flows naturally for me
What you guys do is forced
Cali with Medellín, here we have the loot
Rising in all the streams, in the ghetto I'm a King
Money doesn't sleep, people around the world are crazy to see me

Baby where are you, tonight I'll pick you up in the hurricane
You know your boyfriend has nothing to spend
You and I cruising in the neighborhood, let's have fun

Mixing champagne with tussy, you strike a pose
To eat you up, bounce those buttocks to the rhythm of the beat
I like how you bite your lips

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