Sol y Arena

Hey, People from the Zone!

The best sound right now

Let’s go!

I swear, I don’t ask for anything more
I’m living happy

Randy Malcom

Everything else is just extra
And what’s extra gets carried away by the wind
Let’s go!

There’s sun, there’s sand (whoo)
And the beach is so good with you, brown girl
Look at that beauty
I brought the cooler full of beer
I swear I don’t ask for anything more
I’m living happy
Everything else is just extra
And what’s extra gets carried away by the wind

Let’s go! (Yeah)

Pututi

That bikini fits her tight (yeah)
She’s had me looking for a while now
And she’s sweeter than an ice cream cone
It’s not my heart that’s stopped (oh-oh-ooh)

If you see her like she is
The gym has her toned (tell him, Ale)
She knows I get sick
When she shows off her waist

If you see her like she is
The gym has her toned (how toned)
She knows I get sick
When she shows off her waist
Let’s go!

There’s sun, there’s sand (let’s go)
And the beach is so good with you, brown girl
Look at that beauty
I brought the cooler full of beer
I swear I don’t ask for anything more
I’m living happy
Everything else is just extra
And what’s extra gets carried away by the wind

Pututi (ayy)
I told you (let’s go)

There, there, she dances with the beat
There, there, and she loves to party
There, there, you’re turning me on
Baby, I like you so much

There, there, and at night, brown girl
There, there, let’s roll around in the sand
There, there, you’re making me hot
Baby, you’re a problem

Tease, something about you drives me wild (the monarch)
If you look at me, I don’t care about anyone else
If you see her like she is
The gym has her toned
She knows I get sick
When she shows off her waist
Let’s go!

There’s sun, there’s sand (eh ha-ha-ha ay)
And the beach is so good with you, brown girl
Look at that beauty
I brought the cooler full of beer
I swear I don’t ask for anything more
I’m living happy
Everything else is just extra
And what’s extra gets carried away by the wind

Let’s go!
The party’s on

There, there, she dances with the beat
There, there, and she loves to party
There, there, you’re turning me on
Baby, I like you so much

There, there, and at night, brown girl
There, there, let’s roll around in the sand
There, there, you’re making me hot
Baby, you’re a problem

Ha-ha ay
A big problem