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Two am and we in Punta Cana

Three am and we in Punta Cana

Four am and we in Punta Cana

You a boss baby brush of your shoulders

Don't hit me with ya lefty cause I know that is the cold one

I haven't touched the city

I've been out

I've been on one

I love it when we talking but I hate you on your phone

You have a flexing nigga baby tell me what you want

Tell me what you need

You can kill the trees but these roots is running deep

Planted on my feet

I was told to be concrete

With you never taste defeat

Two am and we in Punta Cana

Throw me all them plates baby cause me all the drama

Like this Mac-10 if this niggas cross the line huh

Drip down you don't even fucks with designer

Shake a lil ass get the bag baby blow it

Love to see your happiness, floss in it, enjoy it

Give me the camera to take a picture to expose it

It's like everyday is valentines chocolate and roses

You got me caught in the moment

Baby

You got me zoning

Bring it back in slow motion

I feel like Denzel take my heart give me the poison

Bae

You got me flexing so I'm posing

Suavecito I'ma keep the motion

Love to see you smile ears frozen

Talk about savoring a moment

You a boss bitch go and brush off your shoulders

Don't hit me with ya lefty cause I know that is the cold one

I haven't touched the city

I've been out

I've been on one

I love it when we talking but I hate you on your phone

You got a flexing Nigga baby tell what you want

Tell me what you need

You can kill the trees but these roots is running deep

Planted on me feet

Always told to be concrete

With you never taste defeat

You take my breath

Over and over

Chula shaped like a Coca Cola

Refreshing, explosive, supernova

No way I can push you over

Three am and we in Punta Cana

Stunning for the grams

Going crazy got a lot of

Bottles on the table

While we rolling up the zaza

Showing all this love like there is no more mañana

You a boss bitch go and brush off ya shoulder

Don't hit me with ya lefty cause I know that is the cold one

I haven't touched the city

I've been out

I've been on one

I love it when we talking but I hate you on your phone

You got a flexing nigga baby tell me what you want

Tell me what you need

You can kill the trees but these roots is running deep

Planted on my feet I was told to be concrete

With you never tastes defeat