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Nueva canción

Narra Hipo:

                          Acabo de salir de mi casa en dirección al estudio "the pop stars", el cual dirige mi padre, desde que con mis amigos subimos nuestro Cover de "Quisiera" en Instagram, se hizo muy viral y decidimos seguir cantando, hasta que mi padre se entero y nos escucho, y pues firmamos con el, yo se como trabaja el, y se que me dejara escribir mis propias canciones, llegue al estudio y ya estaban todos esperándome.

-Tio hasta que apareces!!!- soltó Jack, levantando los brazos

-Si, es que no encontraba la canción, no me di cuenta de tan tarde que llegaba- les sonreí- empezamos?- ellos asintieron y comenzamos:

[Verso 1: Hipo ]

I don't want a girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen

Or spends a stack of dollar bills on a limousine

I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears baggy jeans

Rockin' Nike Airs, what the hell are louboutins?

Don't want no fake tan, short skirt, daddy's money don't work

Shop until you drop on the town

I want a smart girl, stronger than her father

Someone who will laugh and tryna fit in the crowd

[Pre-Coros: Eugen]

And all we used to dream about

Is getting rich and getting out

Move to the nicer part of town

Where we'd have numbers on our house

It took a while to figure out

What type of girl that I'm about

Who brings the real man out of me

[Coros: Kristoff, Jack & Hipo]

I don't really want a trust fund baby

I like my women independent

And I say to people, "that's my lady"

And we don't need nothing, e-e-e-lse

I don't want a trust fund baby

Save your money, don't spend it

And I say to people, "that's my lady"

And we don't need nothing, e-e-e-lse

[Verso 2: Jack]

I don't want a girl who take selfies, want her make up free

Don't want no mean girl lady, a pink prom queen

I want a girl who climbs trees, always dirt on her jeans

Her daddy told her how to fix cars, maybe she could fix me

I need a throwback kid who loves Missy Elliot

Who for my birthday, makes a mixtape and puts it on cassette

Want a girl with common sense, who's dripping in competence

Don't wanna die to get rich but she loves Fifty Cent

[Pre-Coros: Kristoff]

And all we used to dream about

Is getting rich and getting out

Move to the nicer part of town

Where we'd have numbers on our house

It took a while to figure out