Karol G recently launched her own tequila called 200 Copas, named after one of her most powerful songs. And honestly, that song makes you want to scream it at the top of your lungs if you’ve ever loved someone who didn’t value you. Or dedicate it to a friend who needs to hear it. It’s one of those songs that feels like a late-night heart-to-heart between friends: honest, emotional, and full of tough love.
In ‘200 Copas,’ Karol G speaks directly to a friend trapped in a toxic relationship, comforting her while urging her to finally walk away. The lyrics tell the story of someone who’s given everything to a partner who doesn’t deserve her — someone who keeps causing pain but knows exactly how to pull her back in. She steps in as the supportive friend who’s had enough of watching her suffer, encouraging her to let go, go out, and reclaim her strength.
The famous chorus — “We’ll drink the 200 shots at the bar and sing ‘Tusa’ until everyone leaves” — isn’t really about partying. It’s about healing through sisterhood: celebrating friendship, releasing pain, and finding closure together. The song blends humor, empowerment, and emotion — the perfect mix to capture what heartbreak really feels like.
In the end, ‘200 Copas’ is more than a breakup song. It’s a reminder that real friends help you remember your worth — even when you’ve forgotten it yourself.
Good evening, everyone, eh
Today I decided to get up and sing in these places where people usually eat and don’t really listen, but—
There’s a very special friend who’s listening to this song.
Girl, come on now…
Mmm-mmm-mmm, alright—
Here I go, let’s do this.
I see her suffering alone even though she denies it.
She bites her lips just to stay strong.
How many hours of crying are enough
To realize that this isn’t love? So, good luck.
She tries to hold on and doesn’t get angry.
She gives you more love because she doesn’t want to lose you.
But you know what? She’s not crying for you anymore.
Tonight I’m asking her to leave you, because you’re not worth a thing.
Girl, leave that clown alone.
If they paid him for making you suffer, he’d already be a millionaire.
From now on, he’s the enemy.
And tonight we’re going out for drinks if we have to.
We’ll down every one of the 200 shots sitting on that bar.
Oof—
Pour me another.
He messes up again and says he’s sorry.
He already knows the trick to win you back.
Same routine — he has fun with someone else,
Then comes home pretending to be innocent.
He’s got the nerve to buy you gifts,
And that smooth talk, huh, enough to win you over again.
But not this time — you won’t cry for him anymore.
Tell that fool to leave, because now he’s worth nothing.
Girl, leave that clown alone.
If they paid him for making you suffer, he’d already be a millionaire.
From now on, he’s the enemy.
And tonight we’re going out for drinks if we have to.
We’ll down every one of the 200 shots sitting on that bar.
We’ll get up and sing “Tusa” until everyone’s gone.
Tonight I’ve got one mission:
To make you repeat, “The piece of trash is him, not me.”
Where they don’t look for you, you’re not needed.
But this one’s for all of us—
Show him he’ll have to be even more heartless if he ever wants to see you cry again.
So raise those glasses—cheers!