Текст песни South of the Border - (Radio Edit) - Scott Paul

South of the border baby
Baby
I put my hands up on your waist
I'm a have a lil taste

Yeah
I was like
Good God, saw you dancing at the bar
Couldn't even find the words to say (Ooh)
I'm just here for the night, tomorrow catching flights
But girl you got me wishing I could stay (Damn)
Cuz when
When I seen ya, hot jalapeño
You my spicy lil bae
What now? Whole country shut down
But maybe we can get away
I could have your ass in the sand somewhere in Costa Rica
You a bad mamacita
Got you catching tans while you sipping margaritas
I'm so glad I got to meet ya
Brown eyes got me looking at your iris
Sipping on Coronas, body sicker than the virus
I'm just tryna get to that booty like a pirate
Now let me take ya on a trip somewhere south of the border baby

South of the border baby
Baby
I put my hands up on ya waist
You just let me set the pace
Yea, I'm a have a little taste
A little taste

Lil mama, hasta mañana
Girl you know hotter than the sun in Punta Cana
Let's take a trip, we be getting lit
You can sip margarita while I smoke some marijuana
Lil bae (Bae)
Tell me what ya say (Say)
Face from LA (Woo)
Ass from Atlanta
Good cuz you know my anaconda
Don't want none if you ain't got buns
You ain't fucking with a nigga if he ain't got funds
If I say that I'm a do it then you know I got it done
We can have a lotta fun, it could really go down
But when the sun comes up
Girl you know I gotta run
Only got time for a lil romance
I can't be ya man, but we can hold hands
I put on a slow jam
And you can do your dance
And you can lose them pants
And then I'm a travel down south of the border baby

South of the border baby
Yeah aye
I put my hands up on ya waist
Let me set the pace
First, I'm a have a little taste
A little taste