I pull my pants up to the sky way too goddamn
Pit bulge to the side (the left side)
I look like a suited thumb
But I am paid by everyone (sellout life)
I always have glasses over my eyes because
My songs take zero talent to make
Repeat the same five words, steal beats, yell dale
If that's too hard, too hard, mumble in Spanish
And make sure that your arms move, arms move
When I go to the library I look at pictures of
What you are saying! I call myself Mr. Worldwide
To give myself false pride and also Mr. 305.
Time to confess where I come from.
Gotta get back in the spotlight.
Two cheeks one butt and a million pounds.
This ass has worked so damn hard.
Screwed all the stars to get where I'm at now.
Singing this song in Brazil about the NFL.
Should have hired Shakira this sucks compared to
Wait, I thought this was bout tennis.
(I can't believe this! Why did I hire these
If you come to Brazil you will die.
I′m the only Brazilian star.
Dumb enough to work with these idiots.
Pitbull and J-lo this song sucks
We paid you fifty million bucks.
To make an anthem for World Cup.
What the hell's World Cup?
But you don′t mention World Cup once!
You made the sport look so damn bad that we
Have lost all of our fans
Don't worry I can win them back by playing this