Ella Saca Morro (feat. Original Elias y Big Lois)

Mo-Mo-Moncho Chavea on the beat

She shows off
She puts her little butt out
Raises an eyebrow and shakes her hips
Ay, ay, ay

How she moves
They all envy her, all the ugly ones
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off (she shows it off)
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off (slut)
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off (slut)
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off

She shows it off
Lights up and gets carried away
Explodes like an AK
She goes demonic
She's a slut
She crushes the envious one
Because she's a boss like Aunt Paca

She likes being looked at, but not touched by anyone
She decides who she wants to hang out with
And tell her, tell her, tell her
That she has thousands
My junkie, play reggaeton to get her in the mood

She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
Girl, tell me where you are, tonight I'll eat you up

Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it
Show it, show it, show it, show it, show it (Big Lois, baby)

She gets out of control, amazing show-off
Shows off her little butt, looks at me and kills me
I get desperate, she mistreats me
You like the blondes, I'll bring you the stash

She has a huge ass, boom-boom
Made of 24 karats, what a blessing
She has a huge ass, boom-boom
If she believes it, it's with reason

You have your thing, I go my way
You're a problem and I like trouble
I tell her to show me what she's hiding
And she's willing because she doesn't have a man

Amazing show-off
And she doesn't have a man
Amazing show-off
What trouble have I gotten into

Amazing show-off
And she doesn't have a man
Amazing show-off
What trouble have I gotten into

Wait, wait, wait
Now it's my turn

To Levy my JC
Tell me, buddy
Let Mito play, oops
This is Moncho Chavea
Tell me Original
Virulais

I'm ready to get carried away and with my eyes red
What's up?
It's not that I'm high, I'm tired
Everything my woman likes, I bought for her
I did Rakata, La Cafetera and now I'm stuck and you're watching

And I'm flying to Miami
I don't want offers anymore, man, when I win the Grammy
She shows it off with an Armani flow
Dolce Gabbana, baby, you're for me

She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
I'm your slut, you're my slut

She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
She shows it off, she shows it off, she shows it off
I'm your slut, you're my slut