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In a car always hard and in his bag green cigars
on his waist a squad and with a leader's tray
with white skin and black hair, the compa is a Sinaloan
if the coyotes howl it is because I'm moving forward
don't be so envious anymore, better start doing something
if God protects me and sometimes the devil
If it's cold I protect myself and even though it's hot I go out
yes one day I'm going to die because I take care of myself so much
if my name is Frankie so that Pancho's agony
Compa with Mayito Gordo, the one with the three heirs
from the Sinaloa cartel, pure people of brains
If you want to fight the bulls, come and get close to the ring
I have my weaknesses when I'm chattering
I like to grab the band and also pull my horn
but what pleases me most is a common people in my field
I'm not a gold coin so that everyone likes me
it's worth it if they don't like me that they just want me alone
greetings for my friend who is nicknamed mochomo.