Ella Saca Morro (part. Original Elias y Big Lois)
Mo-Mo-Moncho Chavea en el beat
Ella saca morro
Pone el culito para afuera
Levanta una ceja y menea la cadera
Ay, ay, ay
Cómo se menea
Le tienen envidia to'ita la' fea'
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca (ella lo saca)
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca (bellaca)
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca (bellaca)
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca
Prende y se arrebata
Explota como un AK
Se pone demoniaca
Es una bellaca
A la envidiosa la machaca
Porque es una mafiosa como la tía Paca
A ella le gusta que la miren, pero que nadie la tire
Que sea ella quien decide con quien la movie se vive
Y dile, dile, dile
Que ella tiene mile'
Mi yonki, ponle reggaeton pa' que se motive
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Niña dime dónde está' que esta noche yo te como
Sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo
Sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo
Sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo
Sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo, sácalo (Big Lois, bebé)
Ella se desacata, tremendo saca-saca
Saca morrito, me mira y me mata
Me desespero, ella me maltrata
Te gustan los chele', te traigo la paca
Tiene tremendo chapón, pon-pon
De 24 kilate', menuda bendición
Tiene tremendo chapón, pon-pon
Si se lo cree, es con razón
Tú tienes lo tuyo, yo voy a lo mío
Tú eres un problema y a mí me gustan los lío'
Le digo que me enseñe lo que tiene escondi'o
Y está dispuesta porque no tiene mari'o
Tremendo saca-saca
Y no tiene mari'o
Tremendo saca-saca
En qué lío me he meti'o
Tremendo saca-saca
Y no tiene mari'o
Tremendo saca-saca
En qué lío me he meti'o
Espera, espera, espera
Ahora me toca a mí
A Levy my JC
Dímelo, compa
Que suene Mito, uy
Esto es Moncho Chavea
Dímelo Original
Virulais
Estoy pa' arrebata' y con los ojo' colora'o
¿Qué ha pasa'o?
No es que esté fuma'o, estoy cansa'o
To' lo que le gusta a mi mujer yo le he compra'o
Hice Rakata, La Cafetera y ahora estoy pega'o y tú guilla'o
Y yo volando pa' Miami
Ya no quiero ofertas, loco, cuando gane el Grammy
Ella lo saca con un flow de Armani
Dolce Gabbany, mami, tú eres pa' mí
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Yo soy tu bellaco, tú eres mi bellaca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Ella lo saca, ella lo saca, ella lo saca
Yo soy tu bellaco, tú eres mi bellaca
She Shows Off (feat. Original Elias and Big Lois)
Mo-Mo-Moncho Chavea on the beat
She shows off
She puts her little butt out
Raises an eyebrow and shakes her hips
Ay, ay, ay
How she moves
They all envy her, all the ugly ones
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off (she shows it off)
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off (slut)
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off (slut)
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off
Lights up and gets carried away
Explodes like an AK
She goes demonic
She's a slut
She crushes the envious one
Because she's a boss like Aunt Paca
She likes being looked at, but not touched by anyone
She decides who she wants to hang out with
And tell her, tell her, tell her
That she has thousands
My junkie, play reggaeton to get her in the mood
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
Girl, tell me where you are, tonight I'll eat you up
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it (Big Lois, baby)
She gets out of control, amazing show-off
Shows off her little butt, looks at me and kills me
I get desperate, she mistreats me
You like the blondes, I'll bring you the stash
She has a huge ass, boom-boom
Made of 24 karats, what a blessing
She has a huge ass, boom-boom
If she believes it, it's with reason
You have your thing, I go my way
You're a problem and I like trouble
I tell her to show me what she's hiding
And she's willing because she doesn't have a man
Amazing show-off
And she doesn't have a man
Amazing show-off
What trouble have I gotten into
Amazing show-off
And she doesn't have a man
Amazing show-off
What trouble have I gotten into
Wait, wait, wait
Now it's my turn
To Levy my JC
Tell me, buddy
Let Mito play, oops
This is Moncho Chavea
Tell me Original
Virulais
I'm ready to get carried away and with my eyes red
What's up?
It's not that I'm high, I'm tired
Everything my woman likes, I bought for her
I did Rakata, La Cafetera and now I'm stuck and you're watching
And I'm flying to Miami
I don't want offers anymore, man, when I win the Grammy
She shows it off with an Armani flow
Dolce Gabbana, baby, you're for me
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
I'm your slut, you're my slut
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
I'm your slut, you're my slut