Chulin Chulin Chunfly

With your Chulin Culin Chunfly
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 your papaya excites me
If you go over there, grape, guava
She goes with guava, over there she goes
To get the devil off you, salamaya
The line is visible, the parting
The one that divides the whiteness of your firmness, hard
You are pure blood, pure blood
For you, I leave celibacy and quit being a priest
(Do you swear it to me?), Nah, not even 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'll excite the calanco
In your little white shorts
In which, the pandorca sprouts
Abuser, after she raises the child
She has her on a diet but still she's fat
She doesn't eat corn but loves the cob
If she catches fire, you have to put out the hose
We continue in the mess

With your Chulin Culin Chunfly
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 get wet in Ragú sauce
To wet 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 acetone with Passoa and miracle water
Since I'm Fu Manchu, I pull on the cigarette butt
She has me sweating cold like in yellow fever
If Danny catches her, he'll mount her on the wheelbarrow
The bumper shines, I like the buckle
She sucks up all the voltage and my light bulb burns out
I climb her the same day like 24 times
With twenty nails, she doesn't even look alike
I ask her, what do you like, she quickly grows
(I like Julio Voltio and Residente Calle 13)

Tonga la songa, mamazanga
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 buttocks to stand my bald head
What you need is a lot of volcanic lava
Organic mischief, botanical green
Oily, mechanical

With your Chulin Culin Chunfly
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

Here it is, everything under control
Everything under control
Here, here, everything under control
Here, here, everything under control
We've got it under control
We've got it under control
(We), We've got it under control
(We-We), Under control
Everything under control, (Youh)

This is the voltage
With the resident (Under control)
Hey, let me in, I'm the resident
(Everything under control)

One-three
Advance and open up, I'm the resident (Under control)
Calle 13 (Everything under control)
On fire

Youh, it's Julio Voltio, you know (Under control)
Everything under control (Everything under control)
Residente Calle 13 (Residente Calle 13)
Did you hear?

On fire, the voltage (Everything under control)
Out there, White Lion (Under control)
In Puertorro, the White Lion (Everything under control)
What's up, ma'? (Under control)
The people who know the most about toys
Everything under control (Nesty!)
Under control (The voltage!)
Everything under control
Under control (Nesty!)
Everything under control (The voltage!)
Under control
Everything under control