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Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
Yea, yea
I don't have the Genie, but I do have a Lambo
The smoke and the tickets fly away
Every time I go out I'm ghosting
Be it something good or something bad
I'm joking
I like you and God knows since when
I don't go to church and you have me praying
I heard that they are bothering you
I send the whole gang, tell me how many
Like the sun I give you all day
Motomami Rosalía, yeah
You are in another category
He says she is his
And she says she's mine
Like the sun I give you all day
Motomami Rosalía
You are in another category
He says she is his
And she says she's mine
Like my weed, very exotic
The black heart, she is very gothic
Your tits and my glock
They are all plastic
I looked her in the eyes, and she came to fornicate
We're not on Twitter, but
I want to open that thread for you
Baby went to the gym, but really
What he lost was another kilo
They better throw you
But I stay calm
It's just that I move the green ones
I have attitude
Finally, the style
I go through the Hills at 200 in the Ferrari
I feel the drugs are necessary
Disappointed, mom
Even if I die a millionaire
Like the sun I give you all day
Motomami Rosalía, yeah
You are in another category
He says she is his
And she says she's mine
Like the sun I give you all day
Motomami Rosalía, yeah
You are in another category
He says she is his
And she says she's mine
Even if I die a millionaire
Even if I die a millionaire
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