Fin de Semana

Album

Single

Label

Rancho Humilde

Genre

Latin pop

Entered Chart

Feb 11, 2023

Peak Date

Feb 11, 2023

Released

Unknown

Recorded

Unknown

Ay ay Compa Junior
With this piece I want to take a shot
Just not I water, compa Oscar, ay ay

There it goes!

I bought you the most beautiful flowers in the club
I bring a 40 in case a cat
throws it The money I bring, mija, is to spend it
Not like the cats that follow you there begging

Get on the troca, let's go to the beach
I don't care if it's already night or early morning
Don't give me excuses, don't give me earrings
We are two people who connect with the mind

In one I call you, in two I am arriving
In three we kiss and in four I put the balance
For you to mark me, I want your call
To be together all this weekend

I'm not going to beg you
I'm
not going to beg you I'm not going to beg you

I'm not going to beg you I'm

not going to beg you I don't think I'll beg you

Oh ay
I love you, mamacita
Just one weekend, little girlThat's
how Junior H sounds, old man!
Compa Luis

I live moments and that I'm not playing
With my intentions, I swear I love
you Pass me a drink while I light the cigarette
While it is consumed we will be loving each other

Get on the troca, let's go to the beach
I don't care if it's already night or early morning
Don't give me excuses, don't give me earrings
We are two people who connect with the mind

In one I call you, in two I am arriving
In three we kiss and in four I put the balance
For you to mark me, I want your call
To be together all this weekend

I'm not going to beg you
I'm
not going to beg you I'm not going to beg you

I'm not going to beg you I'm

not going to beg you I don't think I'll beg you

Let that accordion squeal, compa Luis!