La Letra de la Alegría: «Ayye»

Hey

I'm all grownsed up, man

Yeah

Alright look, hey

I'm so drunk, it's a bad idea to talk

'Cause I ain't makin' any sense, I'm just here to rock

Not sleepin', all grown up

Now the places that we go, they know us

Tell me, "Mac, it's so good to see you blow up"

'Cause now I be with cheese like cold cuts

And I ain't dealin' with a ho got no butt

Gotta do more than chillin', just show up

I'm just out my mind

Stay dealin' with some girls who be out all the time

And the higher that I get on this mountain I climb

To the clouds, I'ma rise over balcony, shine

From the light of the sun, tonight'll be fun

'Cause the night is still young and the rhyme to the drum

Is flowin', an island

See the ocean when I'm chillin', got me smilin', like

Ayy, tonight will be great

Walk in through the door with a smile on my face

Like hate me or love me

Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money

I'ma get it then spend it, the way it's gon' be

And you ain't know me if you ain't part of the team

If you ain't part of the team

You ain't know me if you ain't part of the team, like

Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey)

Hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Ayy, tonight will be great (ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Walk in through the door with a smile on my face

Like hate me or love me

Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money (hey, hey)

Too many people always thought I wouldn't ever do shit

I'm ruinin' my life, and I'll never get rich

Forever I'm this, never goin' back

Don't fade to black, I'ma stain the map

Yeah, I'm changin' rap and my name is Mac

Trust me, then I'm ready when the cameras flash

'Cause the boy got presents like Santa's bag

Travel everywhere, homie, Alabama and back

My fans in the back in the stand and they clap

Give me love all day, so I'm handin' it back

They believe, so they family

I'm ready right now, kinda antsy

And I don't got nothin' like a plan B

Just go and cop a crib in Miami

Get a Grammy and a Oscar

'Cause mother always said, "Act proper," hey

Ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Ayy, tonight will be great (ayy-ayy, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Walkin' through the door with a smile on my face

Like hate me or love me (hey, hey)

Chase dreams, ain't worried 'bout money

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