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You, tell me who else
Note-Locos (ay)

Turn on the computer and
Play the music famous for its bumbum
She looks in the mirror and how pretty my girl
Getting beautiful to break the disco (eh)

Takes the camera, a couple of photos
Uploads them to Facebook and let the Note Lokos look
She paints her lips red, a little Photoshop
And with her profile picture she kills all the tough guys (Note-Locos)

She tells me: Come, I want you, you're a Note Loko
No one will find out, the night is ours
Let's go aside, where we are alone
Today we don't take steps and we do it my way

As Maycol says: Mommy, that's the attitude
I make you dance to the rhythm of my turrum
Little clothes, little light (oh)
A little crazy, wiki wiki or however you want (Maycol Records)

My music arrived, summer, ma' (it burns me)
The sun came out and it's hot, ma' (it burns me)
The night painted, the lack of control, ma' (it burns me)
I gently grab your waist and you know there's no one like me

Like you, no one (it burns me)
I gently grab you at the moment (it burns me)
The Note Lokos are rising (it burns me)
There's nothing else to look for, with me you live the moment

Takes the camera, a couple of photos
Uploads them to Facebook and let the Note Lokos look
She paints her lips red, a little Photoshop
And with her profile picture she kills all the tough guys (Note-Locos)

She tells me: Come, I want you, you're a Note Loko
No one will find out, the night is ours
Let's go aside, where we are alone
Today we don't take steps and we do it my way

Show me what you, you, have for me, me
(Let's go, mommy, let's go) say yes tonight
And she grabs my hand and sticks me to the wall
Moves her lips and says: You already know how it is

As Maycol says: Mommy, that's the attitude
I make you dance to the rhythm of my turrum
Little clothes, little light (oh)
A little crazy, wiki wiki or however you want

As Maycol says: Mommy, that's the attitude
I make you dance to the rhythm of my turrum
Little clothes, little light (oh)
A little crazy, wiki wiki or however you want (Note-Locos)

My music arrived, summer, ma' (it burns me)
The sun came out and it's hot, ma' (it burns me)
The night painted, the lack of control, ma' (it burns me)
I gently grab your waist and you know there's no one like me (Note-Locos)

Turn on the computer and
Play the music famous for its bumbum
She looks in the mirror and how pretty my girl
Getting beautiful to break the disco (eh)

Takes the camera, a couple of photos
Uploads them to Facebook and let the Note Lokos look
She paints her lips red, a little Photoshop
And with her profile picture she kills all the tough guys (Note-Locos)