Devuélveme a Mi Chica (part. Walls, Funzo & Baby Loud)

I'm crying in my room
Everything clouds around me
She left with a posh boy
He has a white Ford Fiesta
And a yellow sweater

I see them passing through the park
When they kiss, I feel terrible
I'm going to get revenge on that jerk
I'm going to cover his neck with itching powder

Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder
Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder

(Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up)

I burned his sweater
And he bought five or six
I'm going to wreck his car
I have it ready, I'm going tonight

You'll never laugh at me again
I'm sorry, baby, you're going to die
You took away what I wanted the most
And she'll come back to me, she'll come back someday

Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder
Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)

Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder
Suffer, jerk, give me back my girl
Or you'll wriggle in itching powder