Your Stepdad - Encuéntrame Ahí lyrics

Yes, yes, yes, ayy
I'm in hell, better meet me there
I got friends tryna see you there, hmm
Ayy, ayy

I'm in hell, try to reach my cell
Call might fail, better meet me there
Really want shorty to ruin my life
But I still gotta make my song of the year
If you fell from the top
Then I'm leaving you there
If the table was turned
Then it wouldn't be fair
It's too many beautiful women in here
Baby, here go my hеart
It's your new souvenir

Ayy, let's bang it out, wе can chop it up
Your ex man hanging with cops and stuff
Dress like a bum, but I'm vibey as fuck
She digging my style, she fond of my dust
I don't like hoes, I don't gotta trust
I'm tryna slam, just to keep it a buck
Kinda surprised she geeking for us
Now, I'm surprised she keeping it
(Ah, damn, ayy, ayy, look)
I'm in hell, better meet me there
Grown ass man think it's senior year
I got friends tryna see me fail
We all in hell, you can't reach me there
(Ayy, look) taking sin turns on my
Whip 'cause I'm sneaky
That's why we cruising at
Night when you sleeping
She give that look and I, I know she geeking
She said don't look in her eye past eleven
She said, "Lay back
I'ma give you a beverage"
Maybe, I'm losing my (Uh, yeah)
Maybe, I'm (Uh, fuck)
Maybe, I'm losing my mind
'cause I'm restless
I need a blunt, what the fuck is a breakfast?

I'm in hell, try to reach my cell
Call might fail, better meet me there
Really want shorty to (Yes, huh?)
Grown ass man think he seeing Yale
I got friends tryna see me fail
Reel all the hate, you can't reach me there
(Ayy, ayy, hmm)
Really want shorty to ruin my life
So I still gotta make my song of the year
(Hmm, ayy, look)
It's too many beautiful women in here
Baby, here go my heart
It's your new souvenir

Yes, yes, yes, ayy
I'm in hell, better meet me there
I got friends tryna see you there, hmm
Ayy, ayy i'm in hell, try to reach my cell
Call might fail, better meet me there
Really want shorty to ruin my life
But I still gotta make my song of the year
If you fell from the top
Then I'm leaving you there
If the table was turned
Then it wouldn't be fair
It's too many beautiful women in here
Baby, here go my heart
It's your new souvenir
Ayy, let's bang it out, we can chop it up
Your ex man hanging with cops and stuff
Dress like a bum, but I'm vibey as fuck
She digging my style, she fond of my dust
I don't like hoes, I don't gotta trust
I'm tryna slam, just to keep it a buck
Kinda surprised she geeking for us
Now, I'm surprised she keeping it (Ah, damn)