FUMA
Uuh, ah
Uh, ah
Uh, ah
Uh
Trae de España lo que quiere fumar
No te lo pasa, no lo rota, no lo rula
Para envolverte ella tiene la habilidad
Te llama papi, tu nombre se le olvidó ya
Te mira, tá embrujá'
El mono arriba, está' quillá', ella quiere fumar
Te mira, tá embrujá'
El mono arriba, está' quillá', ella quiere fumar
Es una loquita, está en E11EVEN to' los día'
La ven en la' rede' y piensan que ella está perdí'a
Vive pegá' a la pista como melodía
Dijo que volvía a casa, pero mentía
No tiene hora, la bebé no se limita
Abre la clase a full con la' amiguita'
Una angelita, esa carita de santita
No es doctora, pero to' le piden cita
Te mira, tá embrujá'
El mono arriba, está' quillá', ella quiere fumar
Te mira, tá embrujá'
El mono arriba, está' quillá', ella quiere fumar
Es una loquita, está en E11EVEN to' los día'
La ven en la' rede' y piensan que ella está perdí'a
Vive pegá' a la pista como melodía
Dijo que volvía a casa, pero mentía
Siente la música
Quiero bailar
Qué rico
Siente el calor
Siente la guaracha
Prende eso
Siente el calor
Siente la guaracha
Qué rico
(Ah)
SMOKE
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh
She brings what she wants to smoke from Spain
She doesn't pass it around, she doesn't share it, she doesn't roll it
She has a knack for wrapping you up
She calls you baby, she's already forgotten your name
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She's a crazy girl, she's at E11EVEN all day long
They see her on the internet and think that she's lost
She lives glued to the dance floor like a melody
She said she was coming home, but she was lying
She has no schedule, the baby has no limits
She opens the class at full throttle with her friend
A little angel, that little face of a saint
She's no doctor, but everyone asks her for an appointment
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She's a crazy girl, she's at E11EVEN all day long
They see her on the internet and think that she's lost
She lives glued to the dance floor like a melody
She said she was coming home, but she was lying
Feel the music
I want to dance
So delicious
Feel the heat
Feel the guaracha rhythm
Light that up
Feel the heat
Feel the guaracha rhythm
So delicious
(Ah)