Chula

Hot stuff, get ready to dance
So you can let go of the pain
You love to show off
And let it bring you comfort

Hot stuff, come on and dance, mama, how beautiful
And hot stuff, come on and dance, mama, how beautiful

And the one who's not a slut
Knows she won't enjoy
She takes a shot and the pain disappears
She doesn't want love, she wants weed and a hookah

Oh, what a nice ass, make it bounce
The devil's in her, call a priest
Turn on the AC, it's gonna hit me hard
With all this heat, seeing you gets me going
A
Horny vibe, reggaeton that's dirty
Something real nasty, different and sweet
I brush against you, I get mischievous
I like your cleavage and you for being famous

Love connection
We’re together but not even dating
But when you bend over so tasty
I pull you close and I tell you, I tell you, I tell you

Hot stuff, get ready to dance
So you can let go of the pain
You love to show off
And let it bring you comfort

And not even medicated, I’m ready to sleep
If you’re by my side, I’m like a worm
Like a little bunny, I want to roll like this
Giving it to you and giving it to you, until 6

I want you as a snack, as breakfast, and then as dinner
The devil, man, why are you so perfect?
I see no flaws and that gets me hyped
It puts me on edge

Hot stuff, understand, cooperate
This one remembers you, it ignites you
It lifts you up, back and forth, and doesn’t make you cry

Hot stuff, get ready to dance
So you can let go of the pain
You love to show off
And let it bring you comfort