| Curious the face of your father
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| When he saw me appear
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| With a thousand tattoos adorning my skin
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| But more curious was when I asked for paper
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| And the veins in her neck from him that bulged
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| At times they made me understand
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| that on the outside he laughed
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| And that inside he shit on all my dead
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| Appearances are deceiving dad
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| I am a legal uncle
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| And although he looks like a badass
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| I'm all sentimental
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| look at your daughter
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| He doesn't lack anything
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| I carry fifty grams of marijuana
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| and protected
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| Nobody touches a hair
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| I'm tougher than a fucking musketeer
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| Look to the point that I love your daughter
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| That if she leaves me I give myself to drink
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| Get on the donkey honey we're leaving
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| Well nothing father-in-law, I'm glad to meet you
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| Curious the face of your father
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| When he saw us appear
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| From the window eating it all
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| But more curious was when he saw my pants
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| And the veins in her neck from him that bulged
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| At times they made me understand
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| That on the outside he laughed and on the inside he shit on all my dead
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| Appearances are deceiving dad
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| I am a legal uncle
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| And even if it looks like a pimp
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| I'm all sentimental
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| look at your daughter
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| He doesn't lack anything
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| I carry fifty grams of marijuana
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| and protected
|
| Nobody touches a hair
|
| I'm tougher than a fucking musketeer
|
| Look to the point that I love your daughter
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| That if he leaves me, I give myself to the drink
|
| Get on the donkey honey we're leaving
|
| Well nothing father-in-law, I'm glad to meet you
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| Appearances are deceiving dad
|
| I am a legal uncle
|
| And even if it looks like a pimp
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| I'm all sentimental
|
| look at your daughter
|
| He doesn't lack anything
|
| I carry fifty grams of marijuana
|
| and protected
|
| Nobody touches a hair
|
| I'm tougher than a fucking musketeer
|
| Look to the point that I love your daughter
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| That if he leaves me, I give myself to the drink
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| Get on the donkey honey we're leaving
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| Well nothing father-in-law, I'm glad to meet you
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| And here I leave your daughter
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| And if I've seen you I'm not sure
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| And before you falls my hat
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| for having so much patience
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| Because I know that my appearance
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| It's no better than my manners
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| But what do you want me to do?
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| I have been raised on the streets
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| where it's not worth it
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| Taking care of every detail
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| And judging by what others think
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| It's for cowards
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| At least I am clear
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| Tirandito to transparent
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| I can look bad
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| But I'm not bad people |