Rastafari

Uoh

Baby, I’m gonna give you something to forget your ex
We’re smoking Rastafari without pretending to have dreads
Girl, tell me if you’ve done it in a Mercedes-Benz
Now get on top, that’s how I want to see you
A little puff from the pen
Baby, that hits you harder than you think
Soon the high will have us speaking English
When I’m pounding you, you scream yeah

Girl, I know the tricks to give you what you deserve
Talk to me, cutie, if I kiss you, you’ll get wet
Don’t stay quiet, I want to know what you think, eh, eh
Girl, I’m not gonna mess up, I’d love to do it a million times

Come on, move
Come on, you can do it, I want you to try me
I brought you a package, baby, it’s not from FedEx
Let’s go slow like this is reggae
I asked God to take care of you and he gave you more trouble
He gave you all the health in that ass
She tells me: Yandel, here’s your W, uh, uh
And I’ll have you making noise
In all the poses, let it rest
When the night’s over, you’ll be left with my boxers

Now I keep mine and she tossed the ex’s
We’re smoking Rastafari without pretending to have dreads
Girl, tell me if you’ve done it in a Mercedes-Benz
Now get on top, that’s how I want to see you
A little puff from the pen
Baby, that hits you harder than you think
Soon the high will have us speaking English
When I’m pounding you, you scream yeah

Girl, I know the tricks to give you what you deserve
Talk to me, cutie, if I kiss you, you’ll get wet
Don’t stay quiet, I want to know what you think, eh, eh
Girl, I’m not gonna mess up, I’d love to do it a million times