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O calor penetrar Lamba te iluminar A canção nos levar Pro caminho do sol E o sol nos levar Pelas águas do mar Nessas ondas dourar Um pedaço de nós O calor pra sentir Lamba te colorir Tua força sair

Rollin a bullet proof truck in the ready to rock Becomes from the block so hard Mexico Paradise Mobs, give me mucho love To the people party hard Rollin a bullet proof truck in the ready to rock Becomes from

Show me a piece of your heart, a piece of your love I’m calling you up to getting down, down, down The way that we touch is never enough I’m turning you up to getting down, down Show me a

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ooh) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh (ooh) Ayy, ayy Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Needless to say, I keep her in check She was all bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah) Callin’ it quits now, baby, I’m a wreck (wreck) Crash

(Keep calm, keeping it calm, keeping it calm) (Keep calm, keeping it calm, keeping it calm) (Keeping it calm) (Fuck, here we go again) Heat lighting flash, but don’t blink Misleading Tranquility ruse You’re gonna happen again That’s what I

Es una cosa de locos Como ese culo me tiene enviciado (Enviciado) Desde que lo hicimos me quedé jukiado (Me quedé jukiado) Tus gemidos se quedaron grabado En mi mente Dime, si estás puesta, pa’ mí está noche Yo quiero quitarte, ese panticito Dolce

Ya no aguanto tanto trago Te he pensado más de lo que he olvidado Mis amigos me la tiraron Que como siga así voy pa’l carajo Yo ya olvidé lo que es el relajo No juego FIFA desde hace rato

Ya es tarde, ¿para qué volver? Esta noche tengo una cita que atender, con mi té de hierba buena, conmigo, con mis penas, es tarde y tengo tanto por hacer. En la ventana paisaje japonés floreciendo un día a la

Suena mi canción y me pongo bien sata, mala y quiero darle (Darle) Hasta abajo sin miedo, con mi’ bandidas que pa’ luego es tarde (Tarde) This  is the Remix Pónsela DJ Que a ella ya to’ el mundo la

In the car, in the car, in the backseat, I’m your baby We go fast, we go so fast, we don’t move I believe in a place you take me Make you real proud of your baby In your car,

I’m not a bad guy So don’t treat me bad if I’m feeling sad, alright? Please don’t be mad if I don’t smile back, alright? If I fuck up my words, don’t think I’m absurd, alright? Alright? I’m physically exhausted

Ask me for my cigarette Just so he can taste my lips and start to work me Calculate his every step Feel his hands around my hips, here comes the head tip Kiss him in the French way (Oh-la-la-la) Professionally

Oh, oh Stick it down your throat I’m watching from the bathroom Making sure I don’t choke, choke From the words you spoke when you’re screaming at the mirror Now you’re sitting in the cafeteria Shoving clementines and orange back

Prepare the diving bell It’s time to take this low again I sink into myself, low No need for farewell I know you always understand Sorry there’s no place for you Inside the solitude Just stay up here until I’m