Chica Galáctica (W Sound 07) (part. Cris MJ y Ovy On The Drums)

(Let’s, let’s do it quietly) (mm)
(Yeah, tell him, you’re on the other side)
(Let’s, let’s do it quietly) (mm)
Girl, hey
Let’s, let’s do it quietly (mm, tra, tra, tra, tra)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-ah
(O-O-Ovy On The Drums)

Galactic girl, come over here, I can’t take it anymore
I wanna grab you and dance on you down low, tra
Baby, stay, on me, climb up, what’s up?
I’ll show you more than three, I know those tricks (brr)

Galactic girl, come over here, I can’t take it anymore
I wanna grab you and dance on you down low, tra
Baby, stay, on me, climb up, what’s up?
I’ll show you more than three, I know those tricks, hey

Girl, what’s going on?
He knows you miss me and that you think of me
White like my Nikes (I wear them)
You match with me, perfect for kissing from behind, and
Mommy, that ass is so damn fine, I can’t help but like it (prr)

Perfect (ah), mm (tra, baby, you’re perfect)
You tempt me (muah, babe), mm (tra, tra, tra, all good)

Tell me if you can handle one more round and that’s it
'Cause I don’t wanna leave yet, it feels so good
Tell me, girl, how do I explain it?
You’re the only woman I’ve ever given it to

Galactic girl, smokes sativa
Loves taking pics with the automatic (yah)
When she’s about to hook up, she gets creative (mm)
She’s a gangster kitty, that mommy is exclusive

She’s not for anyone, she’s here to make money
Now she’s with a diva, with those little eyes, she kills me
Relax, mommy, everything in its time (ey)
(Today we’re gonna hook up with a view of the desert, brr)

Galactic girl, come over here, I can’t take it anymore
I wanna grab you and dance on you down low, tra (tra, tra)
Baby, stay (stay), on me, climb up, what’s up?
I’ll show you more than three, I know those tricks (you already know)

Galactic girl, come over here, I can’t take it anymore
I wanna grab you and dance on you down low, tra (ey, ey, ey)
Baby, stay, on me, climb up, what’s up?
I’ll show you more than three, I know those tricks, hey

Cris MJ, The One That Sounds Best
Ovy On The Drums
W Sound
We’re killing it (ey), haha
For all the girls (W)
For the ladies (ah-ah)
Muah, you already know (I’m gonna get you)
Mommy (yah, yah), for what you dance down low
Mm, tra, tra, tra, tra