Sabor a Melao (feat. Andy Montañez)

Taste for all the women
Who move with my salsa
Taste for all the women
Who move with my salsa

Taste for all the women
Who move with my salsa
Taste for all the women (Fine Neighborhood)
Who move with my salsa (Da-ddy Yan-kee!)

This horse is loose without a horseshoe
Hitting hard, the clave, the sound of the rumba
Mine comes from the cradle
Make way for the real, because for your bad I have the cure

Go tight, anchor and tighten
So you feel the sting of this pepper
For the white girls with vanilla flavor
Move that buckle, I have them in my sights

You're not Sammy, babe, don't dance it plain
Move your body so you see how you enjoy
Passing the roller for a long mileage
My thug life is on fire

Move to the side, you have the swing with the taste of melon
This thug now is really accelerated, stuck
Dance with me on the corner, anchored
Move, mommy!

Move to the side, you have the swing with the taste of melon
This thug now is really accelerated, stuck
Dance with me on the corner, anchored
Tell Andy

Move mulatto, but move your waist
Move very gently, put some flavor
Move your hips, move them down
That in the club I get hooked with you

Let my Julia dance, Marta and Carolina
Put some flavor, because I'm coming up
Andy with the Yankee, they enjoy a lot
Mixing salsa with reggaeton

But move to the side
Go, but look
But move to the side, to the side
To the side

That my notebook is a pot
That cooks the sandunga that all my chicks like
For the chocolate black girls
For the cinnamon skin cats and the cheeky blonde

Who hit hard with the sandungeo
Because they know that on stage and on the mic I show off
I walk without fear even if a hurricane comes
I'm a tough man, a guayacán stake

It's just that at first sight you find many storytellers
Who are tremendous lenders for gossip
Fool, that's why you clash with the stumble
Since you turn a deaf ear to the good proverb

Neither your many relationships, nor all your connections
Will stop my blessings
If my God sweetens everything that comes my way
My buddy, you don't have this cool look

Passing the roller for a long mileage
My thug life is on fire

Move to the side, you have the swing with the taste of melon
This thug now is really accelerated, stuck
Dance with me on the corner, anchored
Move, mommy!

Move to the side, you have the swing with the taste of melon
This thug now is really accelerated, stuck
Dance with me on the corner, anchored
What!?

We're partying
With the kid from Trastalleres, Andy Montañez
Cangri, DJ Nelson, Fine Neighborhood
Dad-dy Yan-kee!

Move that buckle, I have them in my sights (What!?)
Move that buckle, I have them in my sights (What!?)
Move that buckle, I have them in my sights (What!?)
So if you have me in your sights come and tickle me

Move that buckle, I have them in my sights (What!?)
Move that buckle, I have them in my sights (What!?)
Move that buckle, I have them in my sights (What!?)
So if you have me in your sights come and tickle me
(What!?; What-What-What!?)

Go to the side (oh-oh, oh-oh; oh-oh, oh-oh)
Go to the side (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Go to the side (oh-oh; oh-oh, oh-oh)
Go to the side (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Go, go, go, go to the side

Go, but look
But go to the side
Go, but look
But go to the side
Go, but look
But go to the side
Go, but look
But go to the side, to the side, to the side