RAM PAM PAM (feat. Mesita)

She likes me to look for her
With the motorcycle and the high wheel
She leaves her house with the tires
The girls from the neighborhood told me
That she's no saint

And the thing sounds ram-pa-pam
I have a couple of phillies
Ready to smoke
Call your friends
Today we're going to have fun
Now not even the cops
Can stop us

And like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
Like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam
And I love that she's not a saint

And it sounds ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
When I give it to her, like the exhaust sounds
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
I know you're not a saint

Your way of moving drove me crazy
Let's burn some coconuts until dawn
Everyone envies you upfront, bad
And how not, if that booty is criminal

In the middle I go for it
We drink in a fancy glass, so cool
Mommy, a lack of respect
Mommy, that booty
Didn't even shake
Your cat was an idiot
And I shut him up

(Mesa Tra', says, how?)
Ma-Mommy, get sassy
Move it like a hammock, back and forth
I'll throw you the pack
That I won from the game

That pussy with my dick
I stick to her
Your boyfriend acts like a dog
Looking from the entrance

If he misbehaves, we do it slowly
In the club with champeta
Or in the neighborhood with wine
To smoke the weed, we only burn the best
If that shorty is a hitman
I become a killer

And the thing sounds ram-pa-pam
I have a couple of phillies
Ready to smoke
Call your friends
Today we're going to have fun
Now not even the cops
Can stop us

Like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam, and she loves it
Like the exhaust, let me put it on her
Ram-pa-pam, ram-pa-pam
And I love that she's not a saint

She likes me to look for her
With the motorcycle and the high wheel
She leaves her house with the tires
The girls from the neighborhood told me
That she's no saint
And like the exhaust, let me put it on her, hey

Without guilt or shame
Smoking a candle
Dancing a cumbia
Killing the sorrows

Without guilt or shame
Smoking a candle
Dancing a cumbia
Killing the sorrows

Ey, Mesa Trap with the Rei
Rodri Molina, put it in China
It's Mesa Tra', all the asses back
Grr, pah

We're in the fine (let her move)
We're in the fine, hey, hey
(Rodri Molina put it in China)
And the gasoline engines, paw
For the finest mommy