Excuse me, you're not a plug
So I don't speak to you
Excuse me, you're not a plug
So I don't speak to you
Excuse me, you're not a plug
So I don't speak to you
Excuse me, you're not a plug
So I don't speak to you
How you get all that in a pair of jeans?
Girl you some action I've never seen
Girl you some action I've never seen
How you get all that in a pair of jeans?
And I just wanna take you home and lay you down
And I just wanna take you home and lay you down
And I used to deal with your padre, a long time ago
Since then I moved on, but I still deal dope
Takin' trips out to Bogota, I used to cash hard stales
I was in love with your madre
Go meet her, now I got my own cartel
Ain't from Puerto Rico, move to New Orleans
South Baton Rouge, sellin' cocaine
Don't you feel the love in the air?
Don't you smell the drugs in the air?
When you come to Colombia
When you come to Colombia
Girl you some
Girl you some action I've never seen
[?]
Don't you feel the love in the air?
In the air
You can smell the drugs in the air
In the air
When you come to Colombia
I am not a king nor a don
I am something way far beyond
And I done mixed the land of the stars
I be singin' praise to Allah
I be up all night
We was children when we first met
Playin' in [?] fields
Runnin' through [?]
Didn't even know what it is
Helpin' Bobby crush the cocoa leaves
That was way before machines
Used to love [?] in the villa
Makin' noise where no one would hear us
Goddamn I don't wanna leave
And damn I don't wanna leave
You [?]
And I gotta ship the perico
Dinero and [?] Americano
And I gotta get it back overseas
And I gotta get it back overseas
Dinero and [?] Americano
And I gotta get it back overseas
How you get all that in a pair of jeans?
Girl you some action I've never seen
Girl you some action I've never seen
How you get all that in a pair of jeans?
And I just wanna take you home and lay you down
And I just wanna take you home and lay you down
And I used to deal with your padre, a long time ago
Since then I moved on, but I still deal dope
Takin' trips out to Bogota, I used to cash hard stales
I was in love with your madre
Go meet her, now I got my own cartel
Run it up, bein' broke a bad dream
NASCAR with the NASCAR seats
Jaguar with the all black feets
TO6 spillin' Act on me
Hit the mall, I ran out of shit to buy
Ball, got a lot of shit that I supply
[?] mine then you know I gotta ride
Bitch that I'm with, she won't even visit
I ain't even trippin', fuck her, she can die
Dyin' inside, thinkin' homicide
I call where I hate to be alive
Letters, I am contemplatin' suicide
Say I'm keepin' this between you and I
Wanna make love, she ain't got the time
Always in her feelings, blamin' it on business
I just got a mistress, fuck all that [?]
I want you to know I'm lovin' somethin' else
I want you to know I'm lovin' someone else
I want you to know I'm fuckin' in your bed
I hope what I wrote be fuckin' with your head
You should have tried to hold on to me
You should have tried to hold on to me
You gon' miss me one day
You gon' miss me one day
You gon' miss me one day
You gon' miss me one day
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Jus Wanna - Kevin Gates
