Deja Vu (feat. J Alvarez)

It feels like deja vu, with you

We ain't the type to be sleeping on

It's like I seen you in my dreams before

I might lose my cool, with you

Show me things I never seen before

Shawty make my dreams come true

Yo sé que tú ibas a pasar, metida de blanco en mi cama

Eres mi gata oficial, y estamos meti'os en el drama

Accesorios Versace, aroma de Dolce & Gabbana

Seguimos contando dinero, adicto a la fama

Ando con un hoodie como Boogie

Montandome el jet para Zürich

Soñé con otra movie, no lo dudes

Hasta que la envidia nos salude

Tu sombra, qué tú tramas?

Te estoy esperando, ¿por qué no me hablas?

Sombra, ¿qué tú tramas?

Tu cuerpo me hipnotiza, me aumentan las ganas

It feels like deja vu, with you

We ain't the type to be sleeping on

It's like I seen you in my dreams before

I might lose my cool, with you

Show me things I never seen before

Shawty make my dreams come true

This feel like deja vu, with you

Como si te hubiera visto antes

Baby no he parado de soñarte

Sólo si estás tú

El espacio se me hace grande

Si no estás tú

I just want you on top of me

I hope you ain't thinking you a slide to me

I hope you ain't looking for apologies

Still don't know what sorry means

All you wanna do is make to love me

I was only looking for some company

Is you gonna ride like I ride the beat?

If not, that's fine with me

Stashbox, that nine on me

I can make that pain go away

When I got that drum on me

I can make that hate go away

Christian, I got blood on me

Niggas die everyday so I pray

When I got that puck on me

I got so much weight on my chain

Now she wanna go-go, yeah

I been on the road so, yeah

Money in my old clothes, yeah

Money couldn't fold, oh yeah

Can you drop it low, oh yeah

Can you drop it low, oh yeah

Had to drop my old hoes, yeah

(Had to drop my old hoes, yeah)

Must be worried about the wrong things

Still be thinking they can call me

Left them there, I left them salty

She love Givenchy, love Givenchy

Whatever you wanna call it

Shake em up like get 'em off me

Hit 'em up and get 'em off me

I left her there now she lost me

I run it up with my gang, ay

I make all the bitches say "ay"

She don't like me no, she love A

It get ugly where I'm from, ay

It get ugly if you touch A

Now she say she wanna fuck A

Fuck it I ain't even trippin'

'Cause I ain't hit it in a minute

It feels like deja vu, with you

We ain't the type to be sleeping on

It's like I seen you in my dreams before

I might lose my cool, with you

Show me things I've never seen before

Shawty make my dreams come true