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Ra-pa-pa, ra-pa-pa, ra-pa-pa

On the direct flight to llá

Ra-pa-pa, ra-pa-pa, ra-pa-pa

On the direct flight to llá

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

For Singapore-pur, for Singapore-pur

Let's go to Singapore

Come, cool mom, I'm going to give you a tour

I always have the tank full, full, full

Let's go for the tour, tour

Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore

Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore

Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore

Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

I'm with seven friends wearing bikinis for the pool

They all have tits done, manicure and pedicure

They ask me for milk and they don't want yogurt

They want rumba and they want hookah, you have to give it'

She is playing at an international level

They saw the McLaren and the Hoven at the valet

You can't leave here with an empty hand.

And today singa, singa, singa

And the Cuban women tell me that I'm crazy with the cock

And today singa, singa, singa

And for you there is no tripe, what I have is mandinga

Come on, cool mom, I'm going to give you a tour

I already have a full gas tank

Don't ask if it's for the north or if it's for the south

Because where we are going is to Singapore

I like women from Guatemala

I know someone who moves in bed like a bad girl.

I also have four American'

That I have them to do the papers, to chap and to peel it'

Po, doggy-doggy-dog, dog, the dogs are coming

Giving away milk like calves

My grandmother told me that no one dies.

Me with her in Singapore and with her hand in Japan

Without getting on a boat, or on a plane

Only with the hand for Japan

Without getting on a boat, or on a plane

Only with the hand for Japan

Let's go to Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

Come, cool mom, I'm going to give you a tour

I always have the tank full, full, full

Let's go for the tour, tour

He plays hard to get, but I always beat him

Are you going or are you coming? She always tells me: 'Come on'

They know that we are the ones we go out to

Whoever gets involved, we'll knock him down

Whoever wants to light up, let them give me a smoke signal

I don't join in with these pigeons

If I want to make a choir, I bring all of them together

In the concrete jungle, all those people belong to one

I am ringing in all the neighborhoods, in the favelas and the communes

I arrive alone, but at least, I leave with one

I have had this tigueraje since the cradle

You have to use viagra like José Luis del Puma'

you have to use viagra like José Luis del Puma'

Young Kingz, baby

You have to use viagra like José Luis del Puma'

He knows I'm producing like Chael

She gained confidence in me, now she calls me 'Michael'

But what she wants are the Chanel bags

Mommy, you know what we're going to do if we get to the chalet

Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore

Singa-Singa-, let's go to Singapore

Singapore, Singapore, Singapore, Singapore

Singapore, hey, let's go to Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

Come, cool mom, I'm going to give you a tour

I always have the tank full, full, full

Let's go for the tour, tour

Singapore, mommy, in the pool

Stay if I give you a pull

We don't go out if the wallet is not full

As a rest, I make her look at the blue sky

We raise the level

We are not gifts and we are full of papers

I know it hurts

They have to see me, I'm like the TV'

Mommy, don't ask me questions

I'm like your perfume, I always rub it on you

Now I played you dead

Because you die every time you get together with me'

Let's go to Singapore

Let's go to Singapore

Bring me the weed-eed, uh-wuh!

Weed-eed, uh-wuh!

Weed-eed, uh-wuh!

Bring me the weed-eed, uh-wuh!

Weed-eed, uh-wuh!

Weed-eed, uh-wuh!

I have you in the waiting room

Chinese lemon mango

I'm going to give you a lu'-nay

In this round, I'm with Myke Towers

Carbon Fiber Music

The animal

John Travolta

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