Parla Pura

Heat stroke from the waist
How it heals me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash

Heat stroke from the waist
How you heal me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash

One, it falls more, luckily
I like just the two of us, not like Ozuna
I like that you like that I don't promise the moon
I love that you're scared and it's not a joke

One thinks he knows what he's doing
Until he realizes he's trying too hard
To try to please her with every note he advances
She makes me squirm, it never tires me

She just can't understand even half of what she causes without pause
Many see you as a threat without poses
That's why I say you're a total mess!
A cup of friction for the excitement

Whatever you need, no one competes against you
Now continue with the moose, that melts me
For you, I'm a treat, you're not real to me
The elite of the gyal, a true femme fatale

Uh-oh-oh, uh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Heat stroke from the waist
How it heals me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash

Heat stroke from the waist
How you heal me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash

Nasty, like a dry whiskey served on the table
Classy, like the smoke that tangles with the wind
Fancy, chamber #5 very basic for you
Mami, if I look at her like that, don't act fragile

It's with temporary affection, that pretty, but (yeah)
He's had so much, he's already very drunk
Don't ask for that Uber, I'll take you
If she acts crazy, I have her back

Want a cigarette? The one you smoke is too strong
Minty for her, give me a peche
Me looking into her eyes and the capúl
She thinks I'm staring at her ass thinking about vacations in Cancun

If it's 4 A.M. and I'm still cool
If she likes Erykah Badu's Tiny Desk
If she likes soul and bamboo sticks
If I address her as 'you' or we eat without taboo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yao
Shall we eat without taboo?, yeah, yeah
Shall we eat without taboo?, Uh, yeah
Shall we eat without taboo?, yeah, yeah, no, no

Heat stroke from the waist
How it heals me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash

Heat stroke from the waist
How you heal me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash

Heat stroke from the waist
How it heals me, when you move without measure
You whisper pure talk
And I fall like an empty can in the trash