Psiquiatrica Loca

This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
And go slow, slow, slow, slow

This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
And go slow, slow, slow, slow

This is a twerk that drives you crazy
Coughs and hits the weed and touches herself
She likes whiskey sour and Johnny Walker on the rocks
And after a couple of drinks, she bumps into the walls
And touches herself like a crazy psychiatric
Oh, how delicious her mouth is
And touches herself like a crazy psychiatric
Oh, how delicious her mouth is

Damn, even though she snores more than she talks
We're gonna kiss each other roughly
So inhale and exhale 'cause I'm gonna give it to you
Without wings
No matter how much she talks, pass me the blunt
'Cause there's no room for arrogance
Don't talk tough to act tough
She's the type who chews gum while smoking a cigarette
Face in the Subway store and she's not Yarel's mother
She takes off her suit, I think she's high
Substance in her system and no one can stop her

And touches herself like a crazy psychiatric
Oh, how delicious her mouth is
And touches herself like a crazy psychiatric
Oh, how delicious her mouth is

It's already 6 in the morning and the club closed
Everyone's gone home except you and me
Ask room service for a towel and soap, baby
Turn on the camera 'cause this is hot

And go slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Go, baby, this is hot
And go slow, slow, slow, slow, slow
Go, baby, this is hot

And you want to chill because you ask for another pill
Second round on the side and on the ceiling
On the side and on the ceiling
I'll do it without a condom

Quiet, I went to the corner and she's a super hottie
She bounces like a ball
She's a hottie like no other
Like a frenetic crazy

And touches herself like a crazy psychiatric
Oh, how delicious her mouth is
And touches herself like a crazy psychiatric
Oh, how delicious her mouth is

This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
And go slow, slow, slow, slow

This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
This is a twerk that drives you crazy
And go slow, slow, slow, slow

Hey baby, we're playing in the room
I have your panties on my face
I mean, I'm Spider-Man
You know who I am
I'm not gonna say my name
The Jet I... Urba Monzerrate
We're in 2008 here
No need to ask for ID
Let everyone in and let them drink until they get drunk
Welcome to the jungle is coming
Okay, freaky
The Jet I, WY Records
Hey daddy, from our ship we see them drinking from our Milky Way
Hey Urba, turn it off