[Intro - male laugh in spanish accent]
Aaaaaarrriba!
[Verse 1 – Sock hop strut]
Woke up to the phone, clearance screamin' in my ear
"Ratcliffe, hit the choppa, Havana run is clear!"
Johnny's slathered up with Icy Hot, old man funk fillin' the air
Stiff back poppin', but the duty call pulls us there, oh yeah...
Kicked off from the pad, rotors whirlin' wild and wide
Humid breeze hittin' different as we touched down with pride
But jackpot when I slipped into that velvet underground den
Two caramel vixens dancin', ready to pull me in!
[Pre-Chorus]
We just snapped in to Havana Hilton, doo-wop
Skibidi Legion and Johnny Icy Hot in the tropics,
[Chorus – Big band swing explosion]
The choppa dropped Ratcliffe deep in hot Havana!
Pilot Legion buzzes away beating the air into submission, oh! Oh!
(Sha-la-la-la-la, doo-wop, the gyatts don't lie!)
Thick Cuban curves twistin', rizz fully unmatched
Sweaty and drippin', now the fire's fully dispatched!
Swing it left, swing it right, hips poppin' so fly!
Lola and Carmen grindin' filthy up high!
Salsa rhythm creakin', bodies smackin' down deep
Tongues tanglin' wild, juices flyin', no fuckin' sleep!
[Verse 2 – Faster swing]
Dimmed the lights lower and holy fuck what a sight
Lola's massive gyatt and Carmen's spicy appetite
Hips rollin' wicked, tongues dancin' in a heated kiss
Grindin' on the velvet, then yanking me into the twist!
Johnny Icy Hot missing out on clean gyatt at the Havanna Hilton
(What a great boss! Oooh Weeeee!)
Meltin' fast from the flames in their eyes
Rum cascaded over skin, we licked up every surprise
Cigars puffin' slow as the beat hit the G-spot
This Havana mission flipped to a nonstop body rock!
[Bridge – Sock hop breakdown stomp]
Oh baby, oh baby, the brainrot consumes
Choppa ride you fiends, you sealed your doom!
Maracas buzzin' deep in my pockets for the thrill
As I drop 300 drones with a clacked C4, boom baby!
Steamy clips on my phone, memories to overfill!
Fanum tax paid in sweat, spice, and Cuban delight
Straight Cuban chaos but the heat feels so right!
Skibidi bop, the conga drums poundin' loud
Tropical vixens never comin' back down!
[Final Chorus – Brass blast, full swing]
The choppa dropped Ratcliffe deep in hot Havana!
(Brass wail! Doo-wop scream! Booties fly high!)
Lola and Carmen soakin', rizzin' so prime
Hips clashin' crazy in that sticky prime Legion time!
Brainrot forever, this drop was my crime
[Outro – Sax solo fade with doo-wop echoes]
Thick... gyatts... shakin'...
Tropical... vixens... tongues... drippin'...
Havana... brainrot... dooo-do-wop-wop!
Zeedow Bippity Bip Bip Poooow! Legion ooooout!
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