Fresa

Woh-oh, woh-oh (Slow Mike)
Yeh-eh, woh-oh
Woh-oh, woh-oh
Yeh-eh, woh-oh (eh)

Don't think I'm immature
Because I have all the toys
You come with a life
I'm like a cat, with nine

Uh, mom
You know I like a mouth that tastes like fruit with ice cream
Uh, mom
That wets its fingers and puts the cherry in my drink

The table is set
You're dying of nerves, confess
That you're too posh
Too posh for me, for me, for me
Too posh for me, for me, for me
Too posh for me, for me, for me
Too posh for me
Too posh

I know you want that full atmosphere
That's always present at every party
That's arriving, activating flirting
Always goes straight and without any detours
They see her jumping, she's never still
Tilín, tilín, give her a lollipop
100 in attitude, all subjects approved
But in the end, she leaves with nothing, nothing

Uh, mom
You know I like a mouth that tastes like fruit with ice cream
Uh, mom
That wets its fingers and puts the cherry in my drink

The table is set
You're dying of nerves, confess
That you're too posh
Too posh for me, for me, for me
Too posh for me, for me, for me
Too posh for me, for me, for me
Too posh for me
Too posh

That's why I always carry cash (yes)
To take you to exclusive places
Attractive (hey), don't say no
There's a certain chemistry between us

Aeh, aeh, ah-ah
Ask for whatever you want, babe, mulatto
Aeh, aeh, ah-ah (aha, aha)
And don't worry about the money

Uh, mom
You know I like a mouth that tastes like fruit with ice cream
Uh, mom
That wets its fingers and puts the cherry in my drink
Uh, mom
100 in attitude, all subjects approved
Uh, mom
(I always knew, what's up?)

Too posh for me, for me, for me (eh, aha, I told you, I say)
Too posh for me, for me, for me (I knew it, hey, tough, hey)
Too posh for me, for me, for me (for me, for me)
Too posh for me (Gas, The Queen of the Combo)
Too posh