She wants to drink from crystal, eat from ceramics
Under the tiles, she has a collage, it's metallic
Between us, it goes fast like a Jamaican athlete
Especially me, I'm asymptomatic
She wants to drink me like a poorly measured glass
In case of sex, there will be zero side points
We won't do it at my place, my room is a future museum
Come on, let's have fun
She enjoyed my back and forth, I never told her a word of love
In truth, I've tried, I think I'm not made for it, there will be no detour

Hi-ya, I hear the sea, you're my shell, I'll make you travel my Latina
Never needed to play the mafia for doggy, ah

She loves the crazy life
A guy on the field, do it well like Jota
She has style, she has a lot of boca
Go ahead, come on, send me your crazy

She loves the crazy life
A guy on the field, do it well like Jota
She has style, she has a lot of boca
Go ahead, come on, send me your crazy (send me your crazy)

In the city, Fashion Week season, the bitches have style
Stephanie, maybe Melanie, in any case, there's a hiccup and sex
Never romantic, gross, a bit chic
On the Champs in a Bnb, champagne on the bed
There are people who are inspired by my life, who am I inspired by?
Pretty girls, drugs, money, maybe that's it
But I don't want to, I can't think when I have the thing in hers (ah)
It's nice, it's true
Saint-Tropez, all the shops, we did
Super haze, there was so much THC
Takeoff, first class, I paid
No more inspiration, we tried everything

Hi-ya, I hear the sea, you're my shell, I'll make you travel my Latina
Never needed to play the mafia for doggy, ah

She loves the crazy life
A guy on the field, do it well like Jota
She has style, she has a lot of boca
Go ahead, come on, send me your crazy

She loves the, she loves the crazy life
A guy on the field, do it well like Jota
She has style, she has a lot of boca
Go ahead, come on, send me your crazy (your crazy)

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