| Aha aha me! |
| Let you carry carnal what is different
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| the abayarde
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| Tego Calde Dj Black
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| Look who's coming, good thing
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| The black Calde' without problem
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| don't grieve
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| Because look at this sandungueo is for women
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| Do not get upset or fantasize me
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| So that they find out, I even live without papers
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| If you don't like the bellaqueo, don't condemn me
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| Give it to me for hell and don't ring a bell
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| For the tastes the colors
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| I sing to malefactors
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| And to those chicks that live my songs
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| They are supposedly real that they don't make up
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| That they are thugs but tomorrow they can be piglets
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| My flow scares her because she adjusts
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| to what you like
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| If I don't have it, I look for it
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| a new system
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| that the track is full
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| Joy for your body without macarena
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| The thing is stuck
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| there is no candanza
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| The one who sings arrived
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| And from the chair he lifts them
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| No cheating bravo like Atlanta
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| It doesn't clear here
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| Hold on grandpa' arrived
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| Mamazota moves the palace forgets the sorrows
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| That what I bring is cornstarch
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| give it all the way down
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| If you turn the drink I pay
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| And if you get fresh I'll fuck you
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| That fell from just seeing you I failed
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| If how she dances chinga let's do the salad
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| In the clear let's go and kill ourselves
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| Without commitment we finish and chekiamo
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| Throw you away like a downpour in May
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| And give a table out there pa low until fainting
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| gallop me like a horse
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| Make a cape, a lot of waist and I'll take the one that brought you
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| Look who's coming, good thing
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| The black Calde' without problem
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| don't grieve
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| Because look at this sandungueo is for women
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| Do not get upset or fantasize me
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| So that they find out, I even live without papers
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| If you don't like bellaqueo, don't condemn me
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| Give it to me for hell and don't ring a bell
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| For the tastes the colors
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| I sing to malefactors
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| And to those chicks that live my songs
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| They are supposedly real that they don't make up
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| That they are thugs but tomorrow they can be piglets
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| Tego calderón 'the abayarde'. |
| Black.
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| If I shoot hard you suffer, if I shoot soft you cry
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| It is that you are very mamao' po' invent with Calderona
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| With dj Black el Aballarde
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| On fire in 2002 for later it's too late |