Eh
Dancehall, coming back again from the underground
You know
Brra
Bring 'em up
Make the girls back it up
Hey girl, long bother them big it up

Still here until I run out of breath
Boomdabash plays this killer rhythm until death (Boomdabash)
Mister Don Dada, badabum, calabash, Calabasas
I'm down on the street, in the suite, in the private with the Prada tracksuit (Prada)
She doesn't want to stop (no)
And she tells me "Come again"
She moves that peach and only drinks nectar

We are here
With fire in our eyes
Waiting for the morning lights
How are you?
Between fear and delirium

Fanfare in the night that goes away
Among the notes of a lambada
What does it taste like?
The same story
From a summer ago
Ah

What does it taste like? (Ah, ah)
A summer ago (ah, ah)

Shallo like Pumba, I smoke this jungle, original rumba (eh-eh)
Alone in the middle of nowhere, the sea that lulls me, is blue like the checkmark (eh-eh)
A movement, down like when you come to Salento
Proud of the roots I have inside, you recognize it already from the accent
I enter and press like LeBron, one shot, don't stop
We set another console on fire, scream "Pull up"
I saw the sky fall again
Four stars at the bottom of the glass and I know
This time you don't tell me no

We are here
With fire in our eyes
Waiting for the morning lights
How are you?
Between fear and delirium

Fanfare in the night that goes away
Among the notes of a lambada
What does it taste like?
The same story
From a summer ago
Ah

What does it taste like? (Ah, ah) (What does it taste like?)
A summer ago (ah, ah)

(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

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