FUMA
Bad Gyal
SMOKE
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh, ah
Ooh
She brings what she wants to smoke from Spain
She doesn't pass it around, she doesn't share it, she doesn't roll it
She has a knack for wrapping you up
She calls you baby, she's already forgotten your name
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She's a crazy girl, she's at E11EVEN all day long
They see her on the internet and think that she's lost
She lives glued to the dance floor like a melody
She said she was coming home, but she was lying
She has no schedule, the baby has no limits
She opens the class at full throttle with her friend
A little angel, that little face of a saint
She's no doctor, but everyone asks her for an appointment
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She looks at you, she's bewitching
The blunt's up, she's high, she wants to smoke
She's a crazy girl, she's at E11EVEN all day long
They see her on the internet and think that she's lost
She lives glued to the dance floor like a melody
She said she was coming home, but she was lying
Feel the music
I want to dance
So delicious
Feel the heat
Feel the guaracha rhythm
Light that up
Feel the heat
Feel the guaracha rhythm
So delicious
(Ah)
