Come see what I do as I do
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How do I take you out, how do I take you out
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How do I earn the balance?
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How do I get out, how do I fill my bag
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I put you to broth without calco
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Tactless… to iron (x2)
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Don't tell me, you want and you can't?
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A lot of lirili and a little lerele?
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That the candles are consumed
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to old age smallpox
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And old women who don't turn on
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let candles burn
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Learn to move your crank
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That the bad is known, yes!
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But na good sticks
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What are you waiting for, what else?, that you burn!
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And while your ass burns I compose songs
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That the girvia has fabric, she keeps you awake
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She has a career, bass drums, cymbals and trumpets
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So you melt like pots at the fair
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To me there is no boss to put a hit on me
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Because whatever happens I have a couple of imicatevas
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And I'm surrounded by dogs and bitches
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Today for teacher my name they give me school
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And I'm unemployed, with your shitty resume
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Come see what I do as I do
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How do I take you out, how do I take you out
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How do I earn the balance?
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How do I get out, how do I fill my bag
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I put you to broth without calco
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Tactless… to iron (x2)
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Odds and odds, I always win even if you get irritated
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Center and I score goals, and there are no referees who whistle me
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Catch delight, let the band shout!
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And if your pocket allows it, enjoy the elite
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If it itches you scratch yourself, that the worthy ones make bites
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And if you don't understand street shhh meditate
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And it is that already anyone gets a ticket
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But not everyone appreciates or knows how it is expressed
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And if you want a prize, pilla del jierro
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I send dreams to hard puleño
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Of which when he turns off the microphone he wastes genius
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And she takes a firm step without going, where the wind takes her
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Because she knows who she loves and who she owes respect to
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Because she knows that she has, for whatever you want, time
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I play with that, neither with the bread nor the money
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You while boots to the sound, that marks my tempo
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Come see what I do as I do
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How do I take you out, how do I take you out
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How do I earn the balance?
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How do I get out, how do I fill my bag
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I put you to broth without calco
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Tactless… to iron (x2)
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Hey! |
forever! |
clear conversations!
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This is how I triumph in all my excursions!
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I let myself fall, I let myself be loved
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And I listen, olés!
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Of battalions of beasts that ask for emotions!
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Action is what I give based on pushes!
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In exchange for bags, piles of iron in sections!
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Low blood pressure, climbing stairs!
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Clean operations, I impose the conditions!
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Leaving the smartass chitons shhh
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Marking the step with stomps
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Pulling for the family because the blood gives me jerks!
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To my transparent people who do not want daggers!
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Neither hustlers!, nor hustlers!
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Neither without flavors, nor doubts that give me sweat!
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Only party in good salons!
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Take my gallons, ah! |
and say prayers to me!
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I'm going from to to to! |
I don't miss a single detail!
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I keep the status here!, from the street!
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Controlling roles, climbing positions
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That time is money! |
and rolex are sweethearts
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Change the situation but not the attractions
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Doesn't change the feel, just the beats
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Taking juice out of all my extractions
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Always good results, always good performances
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Come see what I do as I do
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How do I take you out, how do I take you out
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How do I earn the balance?
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How do I get out, how do I fill my bag
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I put you to broth without calco
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Tactless… to iron (x2) |