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Description
Writer, Producer: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
Writer: Jorge Jimenez
Writer: Pablo Gastelum
Lyrics and translation
Original
Unas botas y una tejanita con la morra que me gusta, de pelo bonito y en la troca prende un gallito.
Con la pinta de malandrin me navego y unos cuantos verdes me gasto, el fin de semana no me pesa.
Que perra la subida, corridos ya no son dolidas.
En un día me gasto la feria que otros en un mes.
Gracias a Dios ya no me pesa, también -como bien.
-Ah, qué buena amanecida, y apenas van como tres días. Como mi apá a veces me pierdo, pero sé volver.
De tanto andar en la -loquera no quiero comer, er, er.
-No quiero -comer. -Racas hijo de su puta madre, cabrón.
Así nomás a la verga, campo Luis Guerra. Puros corridos tumbados, viejo.
Soy Gabito.
Oh, fuck.
Unas botas y una tejanita con la morra que me gusta, de pelo bonito y en la troca prende un gallito.
Me echó un majuelazo bien abuso, me puso el pinche lavado bien pegado, bien locote, pura verga le va.
De perro a la subida, corridos ya no son dolidas.
En un día me gasto la feria que otros en un mes.
Gracias a Dios ya no me pesa y también -como bien.
-Ah, qué buena amanecida, y apenas van como tres días. Como mi apá a veces la pierdo, pero sé volver.
De tanto andar con la loquera no quiero comer, er, er.
No quiero comer.
Pura verga le bajamos, viejo.
Así nomás.
English translation
Some boots and a little pair of jeans with the girl that I like, with pretty hair and a rooster on the truck.
Looking like a miscreant I sail away and spend a few dollars, the weekend doesn't weigh me down.
What a bitch the rise, runs are no longer painful.
In one day I spend the fair more than others in a month.
Thank God it doesn't weigh me down anymore, too - as well.
-Ah, what a good morning, and it's only been about three days. Like my father, I sometimes get lost, but I know how to get back.
I don't want to eat from being in the shrink's so much, er, er.
-I don't want to eat. -Racas son of a bitch, bastard.
Just like that, to hell, Luis Guerra field. Pure corridos lying down, old man.
I'm Gabito.
Oh fuck.
Some boots and a little pair of jeans with the girl that I like, with pretty hair and a rooster on the truck.
He gave me a very abusive blow, he put the fucking wash on me very close, very crazy, he really likes it.
From a dog to the rise, runs are no longer painful.
In one day I spend the fair more than others in a month.
Thank God it doesn't weigh me down anymore and I also eat well.
-Ah, what a good morning, and it's only been about three days. Like my dad, I sometimes lose it, but I know how to get back.
I don't want to eat from being with the shrink so much, er, er.
I don't want to eat.
We're going to put it down, man.
Just like that.