Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Las Plebes del Masserati, artist - Nena Guzman
Date of issue: 26.03.2012
Song language: Spanish
Las Plebes del Masserati(original) |
Ya agarraron la trescientos |
Vamos a ver quien las para |
En la vereda las vieron |
Pero nunca las alcanzan |
Con el turbo bien cargado |
Pasaron quemando llanta |
Por el malecón las vieron |
Echándose a policíacas |
Son dos plebes aventadas |
Que asta parecen barbies |
Son muy aceleradas |
Las Plebes del Maserati |
Para Combinar con el Carro |
Se Pintan Los Labios Rojos |
Si las Para algún reten |
Nomas le sierran el ojo |
No ocupan de charola |
Porque todos las conocen |
Son dos plebes desmadrosas |
Que siempre viven de noche |
Los hombres se quedan viendo |
Todos con la boca abierta |
Las plebes lo asen adrede |
Pasan a vuelta de rueda |
La belleza es su charola |
Y sus armas los billetes |
No son fresas ni buchonas |
Son dos Divas Sinaloenses |
De flores les llegan kilos |
Y regalos toneladas |
Varios Le asen la lucha |
Porque quieren conquistarlas |
Esas caritas lindas |
No se impresionan fácil |
Tu ya vas ya vienen |
Las Plebes Del Maserati |
Y estas Plebes están pesadas, tenían que ser de del records |
Por La Baja De Ensenada |
Van Mirado el Maserati |
Por la revul de Tijuana |
Y una Vez en Mexicali |
Por San Luis y por Peñasco |
Reinas de la Finiquera |
Puede andar en California |
Culiacan y asta en la perla |
Por la 15 a masatlan |
Para curarnos la maliya |
Después de un aguachile |
Estamos listas pa' seguirle |
En el malecón Son Vistas |
Saludando a Sus Amigos |
Tambien son muy activas |
Viernes sabado y domingo |
En los antros en las islas |
He en el bulevar sinaloa |
De carro a carro se gritan |
Mientras suena la tambora |
Paran trafico en la caye |
Y se arma la parranda |
Con puro buchanas master |
Es la moda en la plebeada |
Un regalo pa' las niñas |
Evidente un deportivo |
Herencia y padrino |
Desde Italia lo han traído |
En menos de seis segundos |
Ya levantan los doscientos |
Son las reinas del mundo |
Y fierro por la trescientos |
No tienen competencia |
Pos son fieras pal volante |
Pa las carreras tremendas |
Las plebes del Maserati |
(translation) |
They already grabbed the three hundred |
Let's see who stops them |
They saw them on the sidewalk |
But they never reach |
With the turbo well charged |
They spent burning tires |
They saw them along the boardwalk |
fucking police girls |
They are two fanned plebes |
How do they look like barbies? |
they are very fast |
The Maserati Plebes |
To Combine with the Cart |
Red Lips are Painted |
If the For some retention |
They just close his eye |
They do not occupy a tray |
because everyone knows them |
They are two wild plebes |
Who always live at night |
The men stare |
Everyone with their mouths open |
The commoners do it on purpose |
They go round the wheel |
Beauty is her tray |
And their weapons the bills |
They are not strawberries or poachers |
They are two Sinaloan Divas |
Kilos of flowers arrive |
And gifts tons |
Several will fight |
because they want to conquer them |
Those pretty little faces |
They are not easily impressed |
You are already coming |
The Maserati Plebes |
And these Plebes are heavy, they had to be from records |
Through the Baja De Ensenada |
Van Mirado the Maserati |
For the revul of Tijuana |
And once in Mexicali |
Through San Luis and through Peñasco |
Queens of the Finiquera |
You can ride in California |
Culiacan and even in the pearl |
By the 15th masatlan |
To cure our maliya |
After an aguachile |
We are ready to follow him |
On the boardwalk Son Vistas |
Greeting Your Friends |
They are also very active |
Friday saturday and sunday |
In the dens on the islands |
I have in sinaloa boulevard |
From car to car they shout |
While the drum is playing |
They stop traffic in the caye |
And the party is armed |
With pure buchanas master |
It is the fashion in the Plebeada |
A gift for the girls |
obviously a sporty |
inheritance and godfather |
They brought it from Italy |
In less than six seconds |
They already raise the two hundred |
They are the queens of the world |
And iron for the three hundred |
they have no competition |
because they are beasts pal volante |
For the tremendous races |
The Maserati mobs |