Hands up, bambolina1,
This isn't a robbery-homicide,
I want to steal your heart from the start,
I swear that I won't run away except with you, yeah, yeah
She has 2 kilos in her trunk when she twerks, bro
She wants to hang with the high ranking thugs, not the guys from the block, bro
Bandana down on her face, I run with her, the floor squeaking
This bandit has kidnapped my mind, now I'm stealing it back
Both of us under the sun, we burn like a tarp, ah
Step on it, baby, livin' la vida loca, ah
The way you do it, no other woman does, do it, girl
How I do it to you, no other man will ever do to you
We get lost on the eternal path, we make love, mademoiselle, yeah yeah
We glue our moist bodies together, I drown in our water
Hook
You light a cigarette only after sex
In general, you don't smoke
You react to what I do, but you pretend to not see me
You think you're special and you're right
I think that you're a good doctor
And you know how to treat a little punk without a past, with those green eyes
In which you see the promise that it's easy to lose
Suspicious of hundreds of cases in the French quarter
Your curves are witnesses, your lips are evidence
We dance barefoot in the square in the rain,
How we do it without any hard drugs,
Your nails, girl, caress my tattoos
I tie her to the bed with a belt and a Hermes scarf,
I won't say any excess details because they're too taboo, babe
Yeah, I know that you're ready, girl, to do it tonight
You click your heels, show off what you've got on your behind,
You have skin like caramel, I'll taste you, baby
1. attractive girl, in Italian