Ooh, God, that's the trouble with me I need the trouble with you I need the trouble with trust Ooh, God, that's the trouble with us Got me fighting naked, nothing sacred We're tearing paint off the walls It's on the edge of emotional I see that look in

Dámelo papi chulo Baby, back back back it up Oh, my gosh oh, my gah I love it when you drop it down You turn around and make it bounce Boom boom, mami mami mami Ain't nothing fake on you You so so real (so real)