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Description
Producer: Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta
Composer Lyricist: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
Composer Lyricist: Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta
Composer Lyricist: Jonathan Fernando Caro Vega
Lyrics and translation
Original
Me cambió la vida y ahora la ando disfrutando.
¿Que por qué presumo los billetes y los carros?
Si antes no había pa' gastar.
Son trece las balas de la súper que me cargo.
Con estas seis veces que a la muerte me le escapo. Pa' toda el agua, pa' nadar.
Tantas las veces, mamita, enojada conmigo.
Tantas las veces chambeando pensando en tu amor.
Tanto peligro, la dura, los cuernos de chivo.
Tanto que pierdo buscando todo por los dos.
Eh, yo. Es el Gabito, viejo.
Ahí su compa Almendra. Eh, compa Carol.
Oh, fuck. Pórtate bien.
Su compa Caron.
Primo, pásame la blanca, que los verdes no me espantan.
La vida me chupa huevos, lo queremos todo y luego. Cinco, cinco la navego, cuidando bien el terreno.
Quemando -uno de maría, tus ojitos, mamma mia.
-Tantas las veces, mi chula, enojada conmigo.
Tantas las veces chambeando pensando en tu amor.
Tanto peligro, la dura, los cuernos de chivo.
Tanto que pierdo buscando todo por los dos.
Tanto que pierdo buscando todo, chiquitita.
Esto es para ti.
English translation
It changed my life and now I'm enjoying it.
Why do I show off the tickets and the cars?
If before there was no money to spend.
There are thirteen bullets of the super that I carry.
With these six times that I escape death. For all the water, for swimming.
So many times, mommy, angry with me.
So many times working thinking about your love.
So much danger, the tough one, the goat horns.
So much so that I lose looking for everything for both of us.
Hey, me. It's Gabito, old man.
There is your friend Almendra. Hey, buddy Carol.
Oh fuck. Behave yourself.
His friend Caron.
Cousin, pass me the white one, the green ones don't scare me.
Life sucks me balls, we want it all and then. Five, five I sail it, taking good care of the terrain.
Burning -one of mary, your little eyes, mamma mia.
-So many times, my pimp, angry with me.
So many times working thinking about your love.
So much danger, the tough one, the goat horns.
So much so that I lose looking for everything for both of us.
So much so that I lose looking for everything, little one.
This is for you.