SALSEROS

Yao (brr)
Yi (brr, brr, brr)
Trap Life
Trap Season, Trap Life
I look like a salsa dancer
Salsa dancer, I look like a, hey
Lower your panties, yi

I look like a salsa dancer
Yes, with this orchestra, I look like a salsa dancer (salsa dancer)
I'll sleep with her, but we're just friends
I showed her the bill and she saw a couple of zeros
Your boyfriend and his crew who were going to cause a ruckus (where are they?)
I called the brothers, we got there, what happened?
They caught the crew and we look like salsa dancers (we look like salsa dancers)
With this orchestra, I look like a salsa dancer

He grabbed the violins and shit himself (ah!)
What happened, little match? Did it go out? (It went out, uh)
When it's time to kill, I call Willie (Willie, Willie)
You know Willie doesn't consent with his voice (brr)
I don't get dirty, I am the voice of the ghetto (yes)
They tell me to sing, that they'll do the work (okay)
I used to stop on the track, but that's over now (yi)
Now I'm an artist, music has paid for itself
Music has already paid its price
I'm up to date, I'm doing my own thing (yes, yes)
She stares at me, says she knew me (yes)
Are I the one from Tura, the one who sings swear words?
If I do what I sing about, just to try it out, what would it be like?
I know she's a bad girl and that she's cold on the street (she's a bad girl)
She smells like Lattafa, the kind bandits use (she's a bad girl)
Let's not delay, she's engaged (she's a bad one)
But she's out and about, she hasn't been out in a while (she's a bad girl)
Can I pick it up and press it against a tile? (No)
I'm a show-off, to be honest, I'm not into that (okay)
Today I went out wearing Gucci, the little rag on my head (Gucci)
The Gucci strap and the two G's are reversed (Gucci)
The bill got bigger, now my name carries weight (yes)
All my new bitches look like royalty
One in one egg, I'm going to turn them into Siamese twins (amen)
Now we street kids, we're giving it to the strawberries
(Amen, yi)

We seem like a salsa dancer (salsa dancer)
Yes, with this orchestra, I look like a salsa dancer
I'll sleep with her, but we're just friends
I showed her the bill and she saw a couple of zeros
Your boyfriend and the gang were supposedly going to cause a mess
I called the brothers, we got there, what did they do? (Prr)
He caught a few people and we looked like salsa dancers
Yes, with this orchestra, I look like a salsa dancer

Put it in your own pace
I'm about to steal it, brother, put the lid on it
He says you're short, bro, I'm about to transfer it (ah)
Drink the cordial, don't get those shots (yi, grr)
Your boyfriend threatened me, baby, what happened? (What happened?)
Don't do like Shh, who ended up on the floor
I'll call your girlfriend and fuck her with the flats (yi)
I'm calling you for a Trap Season video (Trap Life)
And she was sad
A road breaker in the street, you saw me (you saw me)
I'm on my way, let her take a bath, let her get ready
She should dress clean, because she sees how one dresses
And bring some friends, because mine don't compete
Rotadera, yes, a rotator (yes)
We take three little white ones and plant the flags (tura)
There are yellow and green ones left, we'll turn them into a 'ratera' (tura)
They don't like Trap music, she's always been a salsa dancer (okay)

Here's the first salsa song of my career (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I want you to put me on all fours and give me your body and hips (uh-huh)
'You have to let go,' she'll have a good time if she cooperates (uh-huh)
Get it over with me quickly, money doesn't wait
I put it on four and hit the black girl like Joe
I don't even smoke, and I brought him a couple of joints
I don't understand guys, they get that 'bad' girlfriend and then mess things up
He's going to try to get the salsa dancers to steal them
Yih

Grra-pa-pa-pa
Yeah
Trap Season, Trap Life
We look like salsa dancers
Seventy black guys from the ghetto, you know what I mean
Seventy demons, seventy gunmen, bitch
Bitch, leather
Prra