Quiero

Put away the guns, let's go to the party
They pay me like Mayweather when I knock them out
The little glass with Gin mixed with the finger
Th-they're things happening to me that I can't even believe
Everything's Gucci like Cauty
And always with the Nikes
The studio in the mountains
More home runs than the Yankees
And I went out to look for chicks
Dressed like a boss
My phone is ringing
Tell me what's up, please

Again
You're calling me to do it again
I'm already drunk and I want to see you
I answered because I want to do it again, yeah

You're mine, bro, let them all go to hell
I want to kiss you all over again
I'm here for you 24 hours
It's tough to talk to you again
You're mine, bro, let them all go to hell
I've always owned your mouth
I'm here for you 24 hours
It's tough to talk to you again (uoh)

They haven't given you the release, but you want to see me, ma'
I'll cross the Pacific, drinking bottles
I had never met such a beautiful woman
She's like a maiden, she, she
She warms me up without being the Miami sun
I told her in a song that I want her for me, for no one else
Save all the comments
The envious ones are burning, yeah

Again
You're calling me to do it again
I'm already drunk and I want to see you
I answered because I want to do it again, yeah

You're mine, bro, let them all go to hell
I want to kiss you all over again
I'm here for you 24 hours
It's tough to talk to you again

You're mine, bro, let them all go to hell
I've always owned your mouth
I'm here for you 24 hours
It's tough to talk to you again (uoh)