Fruta & Fogo (Fruit & Fire)

Intro

(Heavy, humid reggaeton-meets-baile-funk percussion drop)

(Spoken softly, close to the mic)

Mmh... yeah.

Passo a passo.

Let's go.

Verse 1

Gold chain hanging on a low-rise waist

Moving too fast for you to catch my taste

You're staring at the motion, caught up in the glare

Blowing you a kiss while I mess my hair

It's electric, it's tropical, a little bit bold

Worth way more than your weight in gold

You want a word, but I'm speaking in code

Walking right down the middle of the road.

Pre-Chorus

And the temperature's rising, the speakers pop

We're locked in a rhythm and we never gonna stop!

(Ooh-la-la!)

Chorus

Yeah, eu sei que tu gosta of the heat in the room

Dancing till the morning with a sonic boom!

Got that sweet flavor dripping like fruit on the vine

Looking like a fantasy, tasting divine

Yeah, you want a piece of the tropical sound?

Watch me shake it up when I step in town!

(Fruta, fruta, fruit, yeah—let it drop!)

Yeah, tasting divine.

Verse 2

Neon lights flashing on a humid night

You're trying to keep up, but you're losing sight

I talk that smooth talk, switching up the tongue

Leaving you speechless before the song is sung

It's effortless style with a heavy bass kick

You're falling so hard and it's making you sick

Keep looking, keep watching, I'm miles away

Too hot to handle, too much to slay.

Pre-Chorus

And the temperature's rising, the speakers pop

We're locked in a rhythm and we never gonna stop!

(Ooh-la-la!)

Chorus

Yeah, eu sei que tu gosta of the heat in the room

Dancing till the morning with a sonic boom!

Got that sweet flavor dripping like fruit on the vine

Looking like a fantasy, tasting divine

Yeah, you want a piece of the tropical sound?

Watch me shake it up when I step in town!

Bridge

(Beat completely strips away to just a heavy, bouncing Brazilian funk drum pattern and heavy breathing)

Calma...

Just watch the movement.

Left, right, left.

(Sudden explosion of sub-bass and synths)

NOW MAKE IT WET!

Outro

(Spoken playfully)

Too sweet for you, baby.

Bye-bye.