Chulin Culin Chunfly

Chulin Culin Chunfly

With your Chulin Culin Chunfly
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
I hope, I hope that you are my mom
I hope (I hope)
I hope (I hope)
I hope that you are my mom
I hope (I hope)
I hope (I hope)
I hope that you are my mom

[Residente Calle 13]
I like how your papaya drives me crazy
if you go there grape, drive
That she goes with Guava over there
To get the devil off you
Salamaya
Your line is visible, the split
the one that divides the whiteness of your curves, hard
you are pure blood, pure blood
for you I leave celibacy and I quit being a cure
(Do you swear it to me?)
Nah, not even for that good...
after you give me the song
I'll go all out against any saint
rob 4 banks and jump off a cliff.

[Voltio]
And sometimes I get stuck but even if I stay with one hand
I scratch her back with her little white shorts
in which the pandorca sprouts,
abusive, after you raise her you strangle her
she's on a diet but still she's fat
she doesn't eat corn but she likes the cob
if she catches fire you have to hit her with the hose
we continue in the mess

[Chorus]
With your Chulin Culin Chunfly
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
I hope, I hope that you are my mom
I hope (I hope)
I hope (I hope)
I hope that you are my mom
I hope (I hope)
I hope (I hope)
I hope that you are my mom

[Voltio]
What's up shorty
What you gonna do?
let the stick soak in Ragú sauce

Residente Calle 13-
To dip your fingers in Baby Food
Hey don't kick me, this isn't Kung Fu

[Voltio]
That devil is crazy, she's bursting
Champion like Wonder Woman
She drank Acetone with Pasoa and Water Wonder
Since I'm a smoker I pull until the butt
She has me sweating cold like yellow fever
if Danny catches her he mounts her on the wheelbarrow
the bumper shines, she scratches the buckle
she sucks all the voltage and my bulb burns out.

I climb her the same day like 24 times
in 20 nails she doesn't even look alike
I ask her what she likes, she grows quickly
(I like Julio Voltio and Residente Calle 13)

[Residente Calle 13]
Tonga la Songa mama sanga
moving the pichanga with a taste of catanga
with a little grace like the bamba
I leave her hips changas
to sweat panda bear broth
and even the gringas dance
out of rhythm with their legs wobbly
if you're chumba then shake your back
you don't need buttocks to put my bald head
what you need is a lot of volcanic lava
organic bellquera
botanical green
oily, mechanical

[Chorus]
With your Chulin Culin Chunfly
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
I hope, I hope that you are my mom
I hope (I hope)
I hope (I hope)
I hope that you are my mom
I hope (I hope)
I hope (I hope)
I hope that you are my mom

Here it is...everything under control

everything under control
everything under control... Here Here
everything under control...Here Here

we got it under control
we got it under control
we got it under control....Under control