Uh,
uh, uh, I'm pagin' the Rome, I'm pagin' sata
Latin, the pom-poms, call me dada
Kiss the pom-poms, the uchi batla
Praise the fata, praise the fata
Praise!
Gina,
Lisa,
Frida,
and I just sit in the back of the Beamer
For the,
for the smoke and the,
and the HP shotgun rollin' the grove in the
Uh, I got a camera in the room, but we lay low
We had our first kiss near the equator And mama say,
mama sigh,
mama say,
sir
And this thing may never get a day,
oh Back in Paris with Alice Fadina
Smokin' a Cuban,
boy,
kick your chin up The girl in the blue dress look like a winner
Caught my eye in the back of the mirror
One
dollar later,
I had to praise her Cruise with the Spain,
I think I'm Baker
Henny flavor,
every summer Man Bradinsky,
bringin' the numbers
Cruisin' the south to her edda Flippin' that,
flip,
flip,
flip in the bedda
She said that her favorite car was a Jetta Send me some champagne,
on for the ladder
They said,
Musa,
Musa,
Musa I want to go down to St. Lucia
Fabriana, 4 for 2 Scenery, boys, soft view
Hennifer Villa,
bumpin' Fila Boys,
gangstas,
tux with the Razzes
Diamante,
velvet blazers The girl,
and he's savin',
boy,
go save her,
save us
Hey!
Hey! Hey!