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Look how things are now I'm the boss,
5-7 is the caliber that protects me,
We were fighting and I don't deny it,
But the stick came down and ooi I'm the good one.
Work relationships are with me today,
It is perfect and suitable for the mafias,
Lines and corporations in Nebraska,
After running the jale you can see the bales.
The high school horses sound the band is celebrating today,
A box of 21 is from Buchanans which makes me happy,
They nickname me the chofri Manuel Ponce and they respect me.
Over time I have become attached, I have my team,
With courage and intelligence less danger,
Compa organizes my people, I am a witness,
That when there is a problem, it doesn't happen at all.
If I work it is to give myself my good luxuries,
32 in a hummer that is my taste,
I brought a knife, a square of preference,
A plebe on one side to turn it around.
The high school horses sound the band is celebrating today,
He goes to the guacamalla to party with some old women,
The compadre if he rolls up his sleeves, the layman friend supports me.