Tripleta

Let's talk straight, let's get rough
Stop with the bullshit
Let's go back to basics, to the foundations
This song is going to be the dirtiest, classless
The most immoral, the most carnal, the most sexual
Let's lick the salt
This is a delicacy but not mystical, all physical
We go one by one, in duo or in a trio
If you're down, we'll party
Mixed like punch, automatic without a bell
Lift your shirt to see how it plugs in
Your back with your buttocks colored dark or fuchsia
You're in my bed because today I have the muse
Besides that, because you have a lot of ass
Let me explore you like a child listens
So you get wet without having to shower

(The tribe is wild...)
(The tribe is wild...)

Listen to this, imagine it's not reggaeton
Dance barefoot, with sneakers, or with high heels
Now move all the fat like Iris Chacón
Let's give you a little chino-chin-chan-chon
That girl has an abuse
I sink into her tortilla like a diver
Even if she has a lot of hair like a Russian armpit
For that mahogany, I bring my saw
And who has the chicken broth?
Seasoned with Don Goyo, Creole color
With a seat for a flask
Looks like she ate spinach
That girl, dark colored like Shaka
Has the most comfortable backrest like a Craftmatic
The original, with her short skirt
With the white panty mark like a half
Any guy whistles at her
Any guy is about to vomit with that little hillbilly

(The tribe is wild...)
(And they want macaroni...)
(I'm the one who cooks...)
(Let's give them bacon...)

Tonight I'm single
I feel like eating a steak sandwich like a worker
Shaking hips like a merengue dancer
Hitting on more women than a milkman
But first we have to cap the bottle
If you feel sick, I have your serum here
Today I'm the easiest, I'm the leatheriest
My dick vomits old cheese frostie
Because I haven't watered the banana plantation in a while
But anyway, let's make a mess
I'm not holding back
I'm going all the way in
I'm the chef, the great cook
I'm going to give you a butcher-style massage

(The tribe is wild...)
(And they want macaroni...)
(I'm the one who cooks...)
(Let's give them bacon...)

(The tribe is wild...)
(And they want macaroni...)
(I'm the one who cooks...)
(Let's give them bacon...)