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faluya
Los Chikos del Maíz, estilo faluya

No somos ni Brad Pitt ni
George Clonney en Ocean´s Eleven
Somos el Nega y el Toni
Joden como el final de Seven

dumb-asses! (Get fucked!)

Okokok yea
Yea, you big tech dumbasses! (Bang!)
That's what your asses get (No way!)

We can all pretend that your pen
Went eleven

des elle a la forme
Du KB9 sans efforts

Connait mes délires et mon odeur
Mon modèle et son moteur
Elle a l'sourire de sa mother
J'lis en elle sans

number eight, number nine
Good Lord
Bye'm bye, bye'm bye
Good Lord
Bye'm bye

By m'by, by m'by
Stars shining number ten, number eleven, number twelve
Good

booby trap, los sábados pa' 11leven
Anda trepa' en el tubo buscando quien se la lleve (pew)
Que las drogas me eleven, y otra puta a mí me lleve (ah)

blowing on that ganja, yeah,
We got the boatloads higher than the ozones,
Riding on that cloud nine, blowing on that homegrown,
Just give me the feeling

tiempo' 'e limoncillo en lo' vaso' e 7- Eleven (Wuh)
Carly Colón con la manopla, mucho' dicen que ya yo soy viejo
Cabrone', viejo e' el viento y sopla

throw a pack and I'm wide out
I'm throwin' nine bullets in the wind
Bitch, what's that? That's a Drew Breeze
I'm tryna wipe a nigga nose quick
Glock

Prepares to breach the surface
In one titanic leap
Ehime Maru up above
Eleven knots in stride
Her clock reads thirteen forty-three
As destinies collide

Na'-what I mean? yeah yeah!

Ever since eleven this rap shit meant
Everything! It was like the mic in my
Hand was a wedding ring
Don't get it twisted, it

narzędziem
Bo co bo forsy im było brak
Nie moja ciocia lat 9 3 AK
Ujęła to tak
Cham Cię zawsze będzie nienawidził
Ale ja nie mogę ręczyć za to że on wszystkich

strikes nine, 
the skeletons play in the snow 
for a time.
Chumbala, cachumbala, cachumbala. 
Chumbala, cachumbala, cachumbala. 

When I see the clock

work a 9 to 5, hot boy
You should see me in the summer time
Show a whole ‘nother side when I come alive
Imma stay lit and out the way 
Tryin’ not to end

I've waited eleven years, still haven't made it clear
If this a one-on-one, there ain't no way that you'll make it here
My Rollie stops tickin'

this for y'all niggas who are still alive, Rest In Peace the departed souls 
This is my story
This is my life and you can't decide for me
When I was nine

This a mop, this a broom, I put the straight on it
By these two nines, two died, that's unfortunate
.223 got niggas lookin' like tortoises
Couldn't

(Gang, gang)
Free the fuckin' O (Baow, baow)
Listen, yo, yo

Eleven shots up out the glizz'
My nigga peppers dons (Glizzy)
You know I got it if you
See me

who told them and they ain't got an answer (huh?)
Chat like bitches, gotta call them man Samantha (chatty Pattie's)
Got this big .9 on me up in

your heart?)

I'm counting money on floor
Looked at the camera, grabbed my nine
Somebody at the door (Who the fuck is that?)
I'm thumbed through two

or eleven, snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit, double stakes or split

Yeah don't tell your mother
Don't call your priest
Don't tell your doctor, call

of Christmas my
True love gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming
Eleven pipers piping
Ten lords a leaping, nine ladies dancing
Eight maids a-milking, seven swans

on neverwhere
Leave all the earthly delights
Face white and all its lights
Do the rites
When it’s midnight
Party night after night
Midnight

It cracks at nine

Straight
(1-6-9)

Ah, ah, ArrDee, ArrDee
Ey, ah

They don't wanna see you shine
'Cause they see you shine, but they don't see you grind
I was

we go! 

On the twelfth day of Christmas 
Santa gave to me the following things: 
Twelve solar fans 
Eleven Britta filters 
Ten red Sigg bottles 
Nine