Lyrics:
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
pa que tú te me arrebaté
Con el morffa muero los buenos son buenos
y tú sabes que no mermo
quiero que en la calle me griten repartero eyheee
Los
Guerrilleros
De cuerpo entero
Súper reparteros
Oye que tate, parate, con mi disparate
Si tú no te quitas yo te meto el bate
Recoge lo tuyo, no te me arrebates
White light
White light
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, white light
White light
White light
White light
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, white light
White light
White light
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, white light
White light
White light
White light
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, white light
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist e'er could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
rey
créditos:
los WHITE reparteros , bien ya llegó el rey
Hay siempre los primeros , bien ya llegó el rey
dj únic , liban pro , kirel , bien ya
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist.
But the real problem is the fear of the white
Y mira mi estado mami que subí tu foto
Para que veas que estoy enamorado
Soy repartero no tengo carro ni moto
Pero a toditas las dejo en entregado
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
siente
(Valla saludate chamaco)
Repartero y qué (Y qué)
Si eso es lo que le gusta a la gente
Ya estoy aquí (Tu sabes)
Y el comentario se siente
(Valla
the waves
The Red, White and Blue
You can learn a lot from Lydia
She can give you a view of the world
In tattoo if you step up and tell her where
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
que sera que sera?
Lo que yo tengo que tu novio no te da?
Será el flow repartero?
Sera el chocolateo?
Seran las noches que con él nunca tendras?
Ehe...
tu tienes que verla como se pone ,
esa es la que el otro día White yo te contaba,
te juro que esta noche , yo me la llevo
yo voy parriba
ofreces tu amistad sin otra excepción
Sé que hay otro hombre
Que ha logrado lo que yo jamás a ti te di
Un hogar, una familia, un buen porvenir
Perdón
Sunrise in the mirror
Lightens that invisible load
Riding on a nameless quest
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Just an escape artist
got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Got
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
Domi do dominante
Every Music Records
Dominante
Come on
Somos los muñequitos
Y no de las pelis animadas
Somos los que cuando queremos mami
Nos
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
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