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I wear crop tops in the summer
And I wear baggy jeans in winter days
Boys tell me "oh what a bummer"
But I think I like the women's way

She like me in the pretty clothes
Pretty close to blasting bangers
On the radio, stereo
She got me standing
On my tippy toes, Romeo
And when I'm calling
She get vertigo
Ay, dios
She rip my pretty clothes off
My pretty clothes off
She rip my pretty clothes off
My pretty clothes off
(Yeah, yeah)

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We painting fingernails naked
She can tell me things
I'd never think until I'm awaken
Steaming in sheets of patience
Breathing in heaves of fragrance
Baby I know I smell good
Rock the pink like Elle Woods
Living life more grand
Than sadder men could
We can laugh until the sunset glisten
They go fast but I go slow and listen
(Ven aquí) uh-huh, uh-uh
(Justo así) uh-huh, uh-huh
(I can't breathe) uh-huh, uh-huh
(Don't stop please) nuh-huh

She like me in the pretty clothes
Pretty close to blasting bangers
On the radio, stereo
She got me standing
On my tippy toes, Romeo
And when Im calling
She get vertigo
Ay, dios
She rip my pretty clothes off
My pretty clothes off
She rip my pretty clothes off
My pretty clothes off
(Yeah, yeah)

They call me a "pick me"
Just because she picked me (ha, ha)
Yeah she like they taste of zaza
And I roll up her blunts
Cause she roll w me
And she got on the jorts
Looking 'stoner chic'
(Bua, que pivón)
My coffee shop
Got room for us both
Why don't we swap?
Lets take off our clothes
I crop the top
She drop her stocks
Straight outta luck
(We boutta fuck though)

She like me in the pretty clothes
Pretty close to blasting bangers
On the radio, stereo
She got me standing
On my tippy toes, Romeo
And when Im calling
She get vertigo
Ay, dios
She rip my pretty clothes off
My pretty clothes off
She rip my pretty clothes off
My pretty clothes off
(Yeah, yeah)

(I don't get it, why she like the way)
(he like to dress and why she like)
(his words upon the page when he professing?)
(they don't get it 'cause they hold a lie)
(up to they chest and wear what)
(wouldn't make their buddies stress)
correct

Writer(s): Iván Fernández González

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