que tú quiera', Yeah. I'm flying south like a falcon. I'm fresh off the jet, I pull up on J Balvin. And my wrist platinum like all of my albums. She wristin' my jeans and she pull down my Calvins like
wreck it I'm cold blooded, I'm about to mutilate. Last year before I left I told you to wait. But you couldn't stay loyal started goin astray. Thinkin', Tom, Dick, and Harry can mess with Cool J Is you