[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 n***a 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