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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mauricio Padilla
Mauricio Padilla
Songwriter
Alan Suzuki
Alan Suzuki
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Exxon Valdez
Exxon Valdez
Producer

Lyrics

Aye
This no Havana ooh la-la
You talking shit but it's blah-bah-blah
Big flow, take care I'mma pop
Ten racks on clothes, I'm top-top-top-top
Like damn
Wanna dance
You a fan
I fuck your friend
I got no friends
Now you pretend
How much did I spend?
You ain't got guap so get out my face
Like damn
This no Havana ooh la-la
You talking shit but it's blah-bah-blah
Big flow, take care I'mma pop
Ten racks on clothes, I'm top-top-top-top
Like damn
Wanna dance
You a fan
I fuck your friend
I got no friends
Now you pretend
How much did I spend?
You ain't got guap so get out my face
like damn
I walk in city and they know I'm the king
I went so high I needed no wings
Bitch, bitch you know what it is
Bitch, bitch I'm making new hits
This is gonna be your end
This is part of my revenge
I don't know you why you keep stalking you acting like a bitch, I will not be your friend like damn
I'm rich, you get it?
All my money in the bag can't fit in
I'm at your house fucking on your bitches
I do not fuck with them, they be witches
Fuck that Lil hoe go stupid, aye
Don't fall in love no cupid, aye
You're gonna see me winnin'
Bitch I can't even wait just a minute
This no Havana ooh la-la
You talking shit but it's blah-bah-blah
Big flow, take care I'mma pop
Ten racks on clothes, I'm top-top-top-top
Like damn
Wanna dance
You a fan
I fuck your friend
I got no friends
Now you pretend
How much did I spend?
You ain't got guap so get out my face
like damn
This no Havana ooh la-la
You talking shit but it's blah-bah-blah
Big flow, take care I'mma pop
Ten racks on clothes, I'm top-top-top-top
Like damn
Wanna dance
You a fan
I fuck your friend
I got no friends
Now you pretend
How much did I spend?
You ain't got guap so get out my face
like damn
This no Havana ooh la-la
You talking shit but it's blah-bah-blah
Big flow, take care I'mma pop
Ten racks on clothes, I'm top-top-top-top
Like damn
Wanna dance
You a fan
I fuck your friend
I got no friends
Now you pretend
How much did I spend?
You ain't got guap so get out my face
like damn
Written by: Alan Suzuki, Mauricio Padilla
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