And I already know
The Bolivians bother you, they are surrounding you
And they can hurt you
What are we going to do if the nervous system cannot contain itself
In your smell of incense you continue to be submerged, and your feet
They continue to be sunk in a shallow slow rhythm
That song does harm to the world.
And I already know
The Bolivians They bother you, they are surrounding you
And they can hurt you
What are we going to do if the nervous system cannot contain itself
In your smell of incense you continue to be submerged, and your feet
They remain sunk in a shallow slow rhythm
That song does harm to the world.
How can you say to me yo bolita!
Cursinâ up a storm with your finge ron a trigga,
Feelinâ all the girls like a big gold digga,
Take a small problem make a small problem bigga,
Say yo! ainât poor I got dough you donât consider me your brother no more,
God damn kilogram how do you figure, that I donât wanna be called bolita
You are not Annoyed, everything is fine for you,
Harmonious songs filling your cake, and you complain with moderate screams
But I see you in the slime very well installed
How can you say to me yo little ball!
Cursinâ up a storm with your finge ron a trigga,
Feelinâ all the girls like a big gold digga,
Take a small problem make a small problem bigga,
Say me! ainât poor I got dough you donât consider me your brother no more,
God damn kilogram how do you figure, that I donât wanna be called bolita
Horrible, see that The highlands affect you
Closer and closer, we know well that you are sorry
You don't know what, but you are rotten
And time, and time passed
And your ugly smile was always drawing
How can you say to me yo bolita!
Cursinâ up a storm with your finge ron a trigga,
Feelinâ all the girls like a big gold digga, Take a small problem make a small problem bigga, Say yo! ainât poor I got dough you donât consider me your brother no more,
God damn kilogram how do you figure, that I donât wanna be called bolita
Pum up the jam pump it up

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