Apocalipsis

Tonight we’re gonna party till we drop
Before the apocalypse hits
Your body took control of me
The Louis Vuitton bag filled with goodies

You keep asking, asking, asking for more (ah-ah)
Uh-ah

Tell me if you’re doing it out of spite
Or if you’re gonna be with me till the end
I love you just like when you came into this world
We’ll share the apple together (oh, baby)

Tonight we’re gonna party till we drop
Before the apocalypse hits
Your soul took control of me
The Louis Vuitton bag filled with goodies

I wanna launch my missile to get your elixir, like Yandel and Wisin, hey
We’ll do a duet, keep it on the down-low, with that Wizkid vibe
Baby, I smell like money, what we have is fleeting, I rescued her from District
She drinks it all like it’s Mystic, the pink lights like Kirby
Sit on me while I squat, I showed up without the crew, Colombian and Venezuelan, hey, hey
That lingerie looks sexy on you, I’ll pay for a little something if you get pregnant

Because tonight we’re gonna party till we drop
Before the apocalypse hits
Your soul took control of me
The Louis Vuitton bag filled with goodies

Ah-ah
She keeps asking, asking, asking
Oh-oh
She keeps asking, asking, asking

Cris Mj The One Who Hits Hard
Just so you know