| Little honeysuckle be the reina of the jungle
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| Mira mi tranquila vida riding down the Congo
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| Got that El Dorado and my mama do the mambo
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| I’m so aficionado when I’m banging on my bongo
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| Little honeysuckle be the reina of the jungle
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| Mira mi tranquila vida riding down the Congo
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| Got that El Dorado and my mama do the mambo
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| I’m so aficionado when I’m banging on my bongo
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| Rolled up clean in the whip
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| Fly girl lean on, seen in a bit
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| Team full of queens, lil' gleam on the wrist
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| Feed up her jeans, shawty mean in the hips
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| She’s seeing if it’s lit
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| Let her beam, let her twist
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| Whine to remind and she twerk to resist
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| Working it and worship the earth in her dip
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| Stolen from Africa seeking a gift
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| Sixteen on a ship
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| Dreaming to the beat of the drum all day
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| One with the sun let it lead my way
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| La hija de la diaspora
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| Dreaming to the beat of the drum all day
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| One with the sun, let it lead my way
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| La hija de la diaspora, yeah
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| Sing!
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| Little honeysuckle be the reina of the jungle
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| Mira mi tequila vida riding down the congo
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| Got that El Dorado and my mama do the mambo
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| I’m so aficionado when I’m banging on my bongo
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| Little honeysuckle be the reina of the jungle
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| Mira mi tequila vida riding down the congo
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| Got that El Dorado and my mama do the mambo
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| I’m so aficionado when I’m banging on my bongo
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| Freed all my people, from here to Montego
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| Dale morena, like this Puerto Rico
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| We go, when we make it rain like El Nino
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| Got that sofrito, that primo, that negro
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| None of the hitters is fucking with me though
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| We so cool, we ride off in El Camino
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| We gon' be seen, yo, no need no Nat Geo
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| Got so much juice, they just call me Tampico
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| Dreaming to the beat of the drum all day
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| One with the sun let it lead my way
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| La hija de la diaspora
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| Dreaming to the beat of the drum all day
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| One with the sun, let it lead my way
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| La hija de la diaspora, yeah
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| Sing!
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| Bam, bam, dreaming to the beat of the faded drum
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| Sung, sung from the tongue of the native one
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| Bam, bam, dreaming to the beat of the faded drum
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| Sung, sung from the tongue of the native one
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| The spirit is alive
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| Light another fire, if you fuckin with the tribe, vibes
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| I said the spirit is alive
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| Light another fire, if you fuckin with the tribe
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| This is the story of the diaspora
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| Her tribute to the daughters of a marooned society
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| Yo soy negra y latina |