They love my golden brown skin, deep brown eyes to match
Legs thick and strong, dang where she get that?
As long as my mouth is kept shut, of course I'll attract
Different places, estoy firme, don't feel attacked
Different men, keep faith chata, sigh, cycle begins..
Girl you real smart, mmm but you think too much
Why it gotta be a reason for me to touch
But let me in quick, might tell my boys you're a slut
Slavery, the universe, yea, blah blah.. you gotta let go some stuff
"Feel what I feel when I feel what I'm feelin"
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