Air Jamaica

Lyrics

[Letra de "Air Jamaica" ft. Curly & Demus] [Intro: Curly, Demus] Yo, Dracula, just called banks of Jaimaca [?] Demus [?] a different level Rottweilas, man Yo, [?] Boricua and Dominicana, Demus loves you I love you long-long time, for real [Coro: Curly] Baby, come and roll with me, let me make you feel alright Come and have a drink with me, let me set you little heart free, oh-ouh Baby girl, come fly with me, let me take you in an Air Jamaica flight Baby, come and ride with me, let you hair down and feel the air [Verso 1: Cosculluela, Demus] (Dracula Boy) Tú eres mi baby You know you looking good when you see the killer [?] Tú eres mi baby From Carolina, baby, love to Bayamón, Demus loves you Tú eres mi baby We smoke the crippy, drink the whiskey, when we [?] Tú eres mi baby Might buy you Gucci, give you Louis, 'cause this show you How much Demus loves you [Verso 2: Demus] ([?] Kingston, Jamaica) [?] I got the [?] [?] Rolex [?] Armani [?] Dolce & Gabanna [?] Montana [?] Atlanta [?] power [?] missile launcher [Coro: Curly] Baby, come and roll with me, let me make you feel alright Come and have a drink with me, let me set you little heart free, oh-ouh Baby girl, come fly with me, let me take you in an Air Jamaica flight Baby, come and ride with me, let you hair down and feel the air [Verso 3: Curly, Demus] [?] conversation [?] attention [?] [?] And I [?] your system [?] [?] girl you keep on going on Your pussy good, girl, [?] [?] [Verso 4: Cosculluela] Tranquilo, que yo la apago, entra en el castillo del mago La cama king donde a oscuras ya tú has visto cómo lo hago Tú y yo en otro mundo, solos y sin rumbo (Baby) Segundo a segundo sintiendo como yo en ti me hundo Ayz mami, tú te ves bien, y mejor conmigo Quiero ser un poco más que amigos, auh-auh-auh Tú y yo bailando apreta'o Olvidate 'e tu novio, 'tá queda'o Yo-Yo sere tu viento en popa, te compro ropa Baby, todas las carteras de Europa La Gucci, la Louis, la Fendi, las gafas Ferragamo Pasamos la tarjeta y chequeamos [Puente: Cosculluela] I love my gansta gyal (Okay, listen up, baby; That's my nigga Demus) I love my gansta gyal (That's my boy Curly; We're smoking that crippy, you want some?) [Coro: Curly] Baby, come and roll whit me, let me make you fell alright Come and have a drink with me, let me set you little heart free, oh-ouh Baby girl, come fly with me, let me take you in an Air Jamaica flight Baby, come and ride with me, let you hair down and feel the air [Outro: Cosculluela, Curly] I feel good, man How you feel— How you feel, mami? I feel airy The White Li— White Li— White Lion White-White-White Lion Yo, Rottewila Just listened to the album You murdered them, papi