| You hear that boombah sound, that conga that’s call of the wild
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| They thank the flowers for their powers and flower the child
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| Mamis run up to shake it, she know that calling song
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| Hop in that Amazon, droppin it, what you poppin on?
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| Mango nectar on her neck and I’m back to my chant
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| Them dwellers jelly, shake my belly, I’m back to my dance
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| Smack it, smack it, make it clap in abundance
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| You need a compass for this boy, who the fuck is Columbus?
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| I’m wildin, yeah we on an island
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| Yeah we like a mixed lil panda, no designer
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| You could lose your hymen, tryna line it with the Mayans
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| I ain’t talkin' money when I say I got them black diamonds
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| Uh
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| Taina!
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| Ta-ta-Taina!
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| High up in a canopy, sweating like a fever
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| Something about the sun in the summer
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| It got us sunning you leeches
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| I got hyenas on leashes
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| It’s anything for Selenas!
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| And now they moving on my style
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| Say they never trust a big bula with a smile
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| So you wanna be my papi chulo for a while
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| That’s a lot of love
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| But Mami’s locks longer than her now
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| Big cat, Mufasa?
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| Chica mala, que pasa?
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| daddy like rasta
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| No llama, just are you
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| In the gold, I’m in the glow
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| Sipping on little
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| They tripping on shit
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| Been the original, lived individual
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| Little indigenous digital bitch |