Finochetto (part. Ponte Perro)

I got you dancing on the floor, grinding, babe
I give you space, but you’re playing me
I got you dancing on the floor, grinding, babe
I give you space, but you’re playing me
I got you dancing on the floor, grinding, babe
I give you space, but you’re playing me
Today I hit the scene, looking rough, no doubt
In my Adidas gear, with the bounce and the cap turned sideways
Got a tough guy look, like I’m possessed, ha
She moves to the beat, smoking that good stuff
Come on, babe, hit the street, I’m breaking out
With a couple of homies rolling in a Cherokee
We’re all laid back, rocking Lacoste

I think you can’t handle this much

I got you dancing on the floor, grinding, babe
I give you space, but you’re playing me
I got you dancing on the floor, grinding, babe
I give you space, but you’re playing me
You put on that outfit, and I’m looking sharp
I’m your bad boy, you like the troublemakers
Yeah, let me know in five, I’ll show up real hot
Acting all tough, but he’s just a wannabe
On the dance floor, I’m showing off, I see Turra
We’re moving where I can’t see the losers, they look bad
With their fronting, I don’t even care
Just pure fun, the girl’s shaking it
Doesn’t matter if she’s got a boyfriend or is alone
She dances and loads my gun, cumbia
She moves to the beat, smoking that good stuff
Come on, babe, hit the street, I’m breaking out
With a couple of homies rolling in a Cherokee
We’re all laid back, rocking Lacoste
She moves to the beat, smoking that good stuff
Come on, babe, hit the street, I’m breaking out
With a couple of friends rolling in a Cherokee
We’re all laid back, rocking Lacoste
And she’s a wild one, dancing, getting anxious
She knows she’s the real deal, doesn’t mess with the fakes
I don’t know if they’re all that tough.