Chulin-Culin-Cunflai

With your chulin culin cunflai
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
I like how you tease me (your papaya)
If you go to Cuba
Tease that she goes with guava (Guava)
There she goes to get the devil off your back, Be the mesh,
you can see the line, the split
The one that divides the whiteness of your roundness, Tough
you are pure blood Pure blood
for you I leave celibacy And I quit being a priest
(What madness!)
Nah, not that much..., Well, after you give me the song
I'll go all out against any saint
Rob four banks and jump off a cliff
Sometimes I get stuck
But even if I end up with one arm
I tease the calanco
In your little white pants
In which the pandorca sprouts
Abuser, after she raises the child
She has her on a diet but still fat
She doesn't eat corn but loves the cob
If she catches fire you have to hit her with the hose
We continue in the mess
With your Chulin Culin Cunflai
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
Hopefully, Hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
What's up, shorty?
What you gonna do?
Let the stick soak in Ragú® sauce
To lick your fingers in baby food
Hey, don't kick me, this isn't kung-fu
That devil is crazy, she's bursting
Champion like Wonder Woman
Drinks and gets high with Passoa and witch hazel
Since I'm Fu Manchu I pull until the butt
She has me sweating cold like in yellow fever
If Danny catches her he mounts her on the wheelbarrow
The bumper shines, I tease 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 do you like?"
Quickly she grows
(I like Julio Voltio and Residente Calle 13)
Tonga the songa, mamasanga
Moving the pichanga with a taste of catanga
With a little grace like the bamba
I leave you with loose hips
Sweating panda bear broth
And even the gringas dance
Out of rhythm with samba legs
If you're chumba, then shake your back
You don't need a butt to stop my bald head
What you need is a lot of volcanic lava
Organic horniness, botanical green
Oily, mechanical
With your chulin culin cunflai
I open my mouth and my tongue falls out
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, hopefully
Hopefully, you'll be my mom
Everything is here
Everything under control (x1)
Here, here
Everything under control (x1)
We've got it under control (x2)
(Under control)
Everything under control yo (Under control)
This is the voltage (Everything under control)
With the resident (Under control) (Everything under control)
Let me in, I'm a resident (Under control)
(Everything under control)
One-three (Under control)
(Everything under control)
Advance and open up, I'm a resident (Under control)
Calle 13 (Everything under control) (Under control)
On fire (Everything under control)
It's Julio Voltio, you know (Under control)
You know
(Everything under control) (x1)
(Under control)
Residente Calle 13! (Everything under control)
Did you hear?
(Under control) On fire
(Everything under control)
The voltage (Under control) (Everything under control)
Out there, White Lion (Under control)
In Puertorro, the White Lion (Everything under control)
(Under control)
What's up, ma'? (Everything under control) (Under control)
The people who know the most about toys
(Everything under control) (x4)
(Under control) (x3)