Lyrics:
turn five yea I'm a yankee
Yea, yea, wit a gangsta' on a guitar, with a gangsta' on a guitar
Yea your listenin' to a gangsta' on a guitar
Nah, nah, nah,
tout le quartier est sur la piste
La banlieue danse
C'Soir c'est pump it up tout le quartier est sur la piste
Mes Yankée dansent
#31# big up à toi
carabina en Gárgolas
Yankee-man
Yao', yao', yao'
Winchester en la calle, calibre de más poder
Haciendo conexiones, ahora crece mi cártel
Primero es el
Tú piensas en mí (Luny Tunes, Siki-Da-Daddy Yankee yo)
Yo pienso en ti (Eddie, yo, 12 Discípulos)
Tú piensas en mí (siempre, yo sé lo que tú
Cuando me le pegue me dirá lo mucho que me quiere
Pa' que yo nunca en la vida la abandone
Daddy yankee no se opone
Seguroski si ella quiere
Machete
enciende la fiesta ven
(to' el mundo let's go)
Moviendo caderas
Sacúdelo nena
Descalzos en la brea tu y yo
Menea que menea [x4]
[Daddy Yankee
you got mami
(It's Fergie Ferg and Daddy Yankee bitches)
Give it all you got mami make an impacto
Give it all you got shorty make an impacto
Yankee y Nova & Jory, shorty, ey)
Y aprovecha que aquí estoy
Después de hoy quizás no se dará otro chance
Te vi tan sola que no me concentraba
No
Es el Yankee Man es el Nicky Jam
Con el Sandunguero-guero-guero
Quiero que te muevas en la cama
Entre sábanas blancas, chica, voy a mojarte
Así que
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Who's this? (Oh)
Da-ddy Yan-kee (oh, oh)
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo' motore'
Zúmbale mambo pa' que mi gata
Oh, I'm a good old rebel
Now thats just what I am
And for this yankee nation
I do no give a damn
I'm glad I fought against her
I only wish we'd won
I
passport and he's proud of it
Prairie boy, wonder why you're spittin' corn
In the Yankee's eye?
Aways-away and gone awry
On a Wichita Monday night
Yeah, remix, remix, remix (who's this?)
What's his name?
Daddy yankee
Boricua, cubano (súbele mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo motores)
Boricua,
cavalerie
Se garde le "punch" pour la fin
Welcome Yankee, welcome Yankee
Pendant ce temps-là
Y'a ceux qui lancent un cri
Ceux qui n'ont pas les mots
Pour
We geven de koning aan Zaïre
Regering Martens aan de pieren
We gunnen de paus een laatste reis
Maar dan richting paradijs
We geven de yankee's aan de
escuchando "X" de J Balvin y Nicky Jam
¿Y qué fue?
Ahora está soltera escuchando el remix de Daddy Yankee y Lunay
Se rebeló
Cambió el amor por sexo, uoh
sick
Call me for work call me for money
No call for fun no call me for drink
Cos I want to buy Bugatti
Me I won buy Lamborghini
I won go born for yankee
Doma dance, je hore bez
Yankee Tee, môj team má lesk
Vegas chick a Vegas swag
Moji psi a plný pack
Doma dance, je hore bez
Yankee Tee, môj team má
Yankee
Suffering southern heat
But not for long
Be kind
Tell me what's on your mind
Before you're gone
Why are you flying home so soon
To the cold
planifico
Que como yankee
Salgo pa' la calle pero en busca de venganza
Sexo de venganza
Yo no quiero hacer tranza
Pa'l carajo se fueron, pero, hoy de
every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' "Maybe you're what I want"
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give
to Trinidad.
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cook me shrimp and rice
These Yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me
swell
Full of that yankee doodly dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' through hell
And I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they
every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' "Maybe you're what I want"
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give
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