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A gang of noses
They are going strong in Culiacán,
They named themselves “The Minions”
And they are giving something to talk about…
Even if it sounds funny to them
They are too dangerous,
Always faithful to the company
Very firm, they come and go…
A well-known saying goes
There is no age for love ,
Not to work either
If you want to progress...
It doesn't matter 15 or 30
No way about Sixty,
What counts are the facts
And the desire to succeed...
Just like little monkeys
In yellow and blue,
They look harmless
And even tender in their attitude,
Don't trust in appearance
Well, it can betray you,
Minors are violent
But good at working.
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They appear in packs
When it comes to attacking,
But it's not that they are jackals
It's their way of operating...
We all die here
It's the motto of âThe Minionsâ,
Ah wow my grandmother would say
How advanced the children are...
Twelve armored Rubicons
They patrol in Sinaloa,
They watch over their son's steps
Why may God keep the hour...
They greatly respect the rancher
Who has not stepped foot in a prison,
The tree gives good shade
We can't complain...
In the club out of respect
They don't ask their age,
A 3-57
It serves as their credential,
If they party
They will surely close the place,
With the band and with little girls
Very alert and without being clueless.