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This is called for the love of art
Pass it loose the money,
If you get soaked you are salao
Let go old man
Hey, this is not it, it is not like that
Like I thought it was so easy, I warned you,
You see, how do you see it?
And how was it? Let me know later
I don't believe you spent recess,
Don't mess around, not even a shadow of the fucking money
It's happened again and again
And now that rebel without cause pays ,
I'm not here to play English
Hey Mesie, are you listening to me,
If they invent a macabre deal, I'm leaving
Take your hand out, I can't take it anymore
I want I can't take it anymore
Take my hand out, I can't take it anymore
I want, I can't take it anymore
Take my hand out, I can't take it anymore
I want, I can't take it anymore
Take my hand out hand that I can't take anymore
I want, I can't anymore
(mixed with the following choruses:
Not this, not this, not this
It's not for the love of art art art art art
Art from that compadre)
Ha ha ha let's see if they are going to knock this down
This, here, don't miss any peso
Peso, this is the part that I deserve, that
Today I come super super fresh, I'm fresh
Tremendous detai-tai-tai-lle jai
Well the story occurs to me, it goes away, bye bye bye
I'm going to have to break your face, face
Like the air breaks the branch
Of the rotten tree,
If you don't want to see yourself, you see yourself screwed
Enter through the hoop, of course you have to know< br/>That is the only word I am going to say to you
The one that you are going to understand, the one that you are going to understand
Chorus
Let go of the dough, hand
That makes me think ,
If you treat me that way
I'm not going to like that,
I realized a long time ago
You don't want to collaborate,
Never forget that chorus
I know you're not going to like it,
Long live the half orange
Long live the whole orange
Take it with a stick,
Leave something for the others
What is it? What happens with the money?
What happens with the guano?
Stop with insults, left the suit
Don't you see that you are
A point dressed in a suit, relax, iiio, are you going?
To the wallet what's mine, I don't expect more,
To the wallet, you're going to disgrace me
Chorus