go,
it's
I'm gonna put you in jail
I'm gonna put you in jail, dad
I'm gonna put you in jail,
dad
I'm gonna put you in jail, dad
I'm gonna put you in jail, dad
I'm
gonna put you in jail,
dad
Hold
your head up, up,
up, up
And the sweaters on your ass
The black girl on the station
We've been waiting for half an hour
You're naked on Bonora
But you're not gonna get a single hour
Everyone sings and makes a mess on the streets
Everyone twerks with short skirts
Everyone sings and makes a mess on the streets
Everyone twerks with short skirts
Too many kisses that you want to make
Too many kisses that you want to make
How Laziana dances for the gang How Laziana dances as God commands
How Laziana dances for the gang Like a sea that commands her
Teñi la testa sul col,
la testa sul col, la testa sul col
E le guntan de sul cul, cul