She’s an urban myth, the unattainable
her chestnut hair the sea breeze cradles
her carribean kiss, and latin skin
the sexy bitch makes my head spin
straight from the streets of panama
I saw her dancing from the bar
she lured men in and they bought her rum
just for a touch of her beautiful bum
all of a sudden I saw her give me the eye
I finished my drink and moved to her side
she shook her hips, licked her lips
for all of 10 seconds I’d been wishing for this
she grabbed my hand and lead me outside
took a cigarette and asked for a light
she said ‘de dónde eres extranjero?
es usted un heroe? eres un cero?’

Esta chica es tan bonita
mi amor,
mi mamacita
su culo es tan redondita
ella me hace girar y gritar
mi amor,
mi mamacita
Espero que ella no es una puta…
whoaa, yeah!
whoaa, yeah!

Stunned by beauty
her words were a blur
I was staring at her body
the length of her skirt
was she trying to flirt?
I was too blind to see,
I just nodded politely and she winked at me
took a drag of my ciggie
and followed her back in
she took me over to a guy at the bar
he wore a denim jacket
and his face was full of scars
he looked me up and down
and rose to his feet
stared straight in my eyes
and began to speak
Papi: Esta tratando de robar mi chica?
Soy guapo, varonil y rica
usted no es nada, eres el hada
soy un badass, todas las chicas quieren mas
yo soy un rapero
quieres una batalla
el que gane se lleva mi chica
de acuerdo?

Esta chica es tan bonita
mi amor,
mi mamacita
su culo es tan redondita
ella me hace girar y gritar
mi amor,
mi mamacita
pero ella es una puta
whoaa, she a jet slag
whoaa, she a jet slag

The bar went silent, everyone stared
she give me a wink, felt like a nightmare
all I wanted to do was see those breasts
kiss those lips, send her head west
the motherfucker had his face up close
waiting for me to make my move
Scarface: puto, you go first, I always win
how you think I got these scars on my chin?

Bri: Don’t you see man, you don’t deserve her
I ain’t gonna start a fight, or there’ll be murder
Papi: pero ella me chupa todas las noches, te mierda
even if you spit better, she be comin back to papa,
Bri: beauty like that, deserves to be loved
she don’t come from panama, she comes from above
Papi: don’t be fuckin stupid, she the queen of all putas
Tienes dinero? se puede disfrutar
Bri: I aint leaving without her so get out of my way,
hold on. Shit. What did you say?
Papi: she a prostitute, boy, what do you expect?
you pay me the money, you get her in bed coz:
Esta chica es tan bonita
mi amor,
mi mamacita
su culo es tan redondita
ella me hace girar y gritar
Bri: whoaa, she a jet slag
whoaa, she a jet slag
whoaa, she a jet slag,
whoaa, she a jet slag.

Esta chica es tan bonita
mi amor,
mi mamacita
su culo es tan redondita
ella me hace girar y gritar
mi amor,
mi mamacita
pero ella es una puta
whoaa, she a jet slag
whoaa, she a jet slag

and if you really wanna know the story ends? Well, ha, fuck that shit man, you really think bad man bri endorses the sex trade, you’re wrong. Hahahah



Lyrics submitted by BadManBri

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