She carries a gun in her pocket
And a bald eyelash
Furia squeezes her fist tight
She loads bullets with bad saa
They will call her, narcocorrido, they call her yoli
In her bag she hides a wig
Some painkillers and a razor
She paints dull makeup
She didn't sleep well, she didn't sleep at all
They will call her, narcocorrido, the They call it yoli
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Short, Texans, gel and a great cleavage
She carries the substances on fake tits
Stone and orange horizon
Stockings, thirst for revenge
They will call her, narcocorrido, they call her yoli
Go from town to town in full sun
Exhausting, breaking
If death ambushes your destiny
She wants to die in Tijuana
They will call her, narcocorrido, they call her yoli
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing about her is natural
Every artifice is deceptive
She carries a gun in her pocket
And a bald eyelash
Fury squeezes his clenched fist
Charge Bad bullets Well, she didn't sleep at all
They will call her narcocorrido, they call her yoli
Almost nothing about her is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing about her is natural
All artifice deceives
Shorts, Texans, gel and a great cleavage
In fake tits she carries the substances
Stone and orange horizon
Running stockings, thirst for revenge
They will call it a narcocorrido, they call it a yoli
Going from town to town in the full sun
Exhausting, breaking down
If death ambushes your destiny
You want to die in Tijuana
They will call it narcocorrido, they call it yoli
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives
Almost nothing in it is natural
Every artifice deceives

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