CHIKA MALA

I know, you’re a bad girl
You love to show off
And maybe you like me
You’re a high-maintenance girl
And your purse is designer
She doesn’t want love
She doesn’t want any of that

She loves the finer things
Says she’s into it, knows I’m her wizard
Those who give her style and whisper in her ear
To you, bad girl, my goddess, my devil
Don’t talk to me in code
You know it drives me wild
When you talk to me so sweet

She wants a badass
To take her traveling around the world
And I, being the youngest
Get lost in her every second

If you’re a demon, I want you like my freedom
With you, I want to smoke, chill, party, and
Get down listening to Énfasis by the seaside

If you’re a demon, I want you like my freedom
With you, I want to smoke, chill, party, and
Get down listening to Énfasis by the seaside

She loves the finer things, says she’s into it
Knows I’m her wizard, those who give her style and whisper in her ear
To you, bad girl, my goddess, my devil
Don’t talk to me in code
You know it drives me wild
When you talk to me so sweet

So you can get on top, baby, you drive me crazy
The way you dance
And that girl goes wild
Come on, mommy, dance, dance
Show off that Givenchy

You know I like my love a little younger
But damn, you kiss so good
You know Jere gives it to you High Quality
Like you’ve been locked up

You kill me, girl, those lips taste like strawberries
How delicious is the one who eats you, princess
We made this hit to get down on the table
Mateo Murciélago, come on, don’t stop, crazy, this just started (haha)

(Aaa)
(Hey)
Okay, listen to me, it goes like this

I know, you’re a bad girl
You love to show off and maybe you like me
To you, bad girl, my goddess, my devil
Don’t talk to me in code
You know it drives me wild when you talk to me so sweet