Noche de Gala

Today is a Hollywood gala night
Movie in the cinema, I dress up with a little shirt
Pure style and mocazines, I arrive for the
Dance floor to see if one stands out, joking
With the little one who still can't decide
The illuminati friends, we control the
Mamas when we arrive at the party
Many lower their panties

Yipi, yipi, ye, yipi, yipi, yo
I got active and she got excited
A girl flirts and approaches me
And I introduce her to my friend J
What an absurd, silly sin
I don't smoke a cigar, crazy like a madman
Stand there and shake that ass
And while with my hands I manipulate you
Buchana on the table, dancing is your skill

Brown girl, brown girl, climb on the table and dance this piece for me
Brown girl, brown girl, make way for the thug
Men behind and women

Forward, the pipe just in case
If some comedian comes out, we knock down his
Show and lay him down instantly
But nah, that's not the issue right now
The issue right now is the girls
What we want the least are problems

If in your crew there are good girls
Bam bam, baby, move that punnany, I want you for me, dance sweet honey
Pretty my tweeny, of course, shory

Speak to me, what do you want me to say
Mommy without much talk, if you say
Chantin, I'll dance, I hope you
Can handle the strong dance
Buchana on the table, dancing is your skill

Brown girl, brown girl, climb on the table and dance this piece for me
Brown girl, brown girl, Boll il bower, just one from here to stormade
I'm ready for all the haters, for all my fans
But for the girl who always asks for my plena eagerly
And the chata ask for pull up and detonate blam blam

Yipi, yipi, ye, yipi, yipi, yo
Yipi, yipi, ye, yipi, yipi, yo
Yipi, yipi, ye, yipi, yipi, yo
Yipi, yipi, ye, yipi, yipi, yo
Yipi, yipi, ye, yipi, yipi, yo
Rolling bower, your rolling bower, yooo