Puro MQueen (part. Darey Castro)
Qué vergas me miraba gastando billetes sin escatimar
Me gustan esas luces, las que te acompañan a comprar champagne
Puras morritas chuckys, como dice el viejo que en La H está
Yo también soy bandido y que me cale quien lo quiera comprobar
Me gusta a 180, que parezca un loco a la velocidad
Me gustan las morritas, esas de la prepa, pura calidad
Y aunque me miran morro, traigo un aparato para tracatear
Y si me les enfiesto, ni el mismito Papa me puede parar
Todos traen suela roja, ya cambió la cosa, yo puro McQueen
Pura morritas frеsa que ni tienen foto, ya sabеn aquí
Si quieren de la buena, márquenle a Sapito, pura calidad
Y si me enfiesto en grande agarro camino para Culiacán
A las morritas chulas les entrego todo menos el amor
Les gusta lo que tengo en mi bolsa izquierda de mi pantalón
Pura paquita gruesa que me gané ayer, puro metiendo gol
La subo pa' la sierra, que empieza la fiesta y ando belicón
Aquí no existe el miedo, miedo a la pobreza y vergüenza a robar
Aquí andamos chambeando, puro terrorista, puro kamikaze
Me encantan los corridos, puras de él Chachito, me pongo a fumar
Y ahí de vez en cuando con unas del FERXXO morritas bailar
Qué vergas me miraban gastando billetes sin escatimar
Me gustan esas luces, las que te acompañan al comprar champán
Puras morrita chucky, como dice el viejo que en La H está
Yo también soy bandido y que me cale quien lo quiera comprobar
Pure MQueen (feat. Darey Castro)
What the fuck were they looking at me spending money without skimping
I like those lights, the ones that accompany you to buy champagne
Pure chucky girls, as the old man in La H says
I'm also a bandit and let anyone who wants to prove it to me
I like it at 180, to look like a crazy at speed
I like the girls, those from high school, pure quality
And even though they look at me as a kid, I have a device to rob
And if I get them drunk, not even the Pope himself can stop me
Everyone wears red soles, things have changed, I'm all McQueen
Pure strawberry girls who don't even have a photo, you know here
If you want the good stuff, call Sapito, pure quality
And if I party big, I head to Culiacán
To the cool girls I give everything except love
They like what I have in my left pocket of my pants
Pure thick packets that I won yesterday, just scoring goals
I take her to the mountains, where the party starts and I'm bellicose
There is no fear here, no fear of poverty and no shame in stealing
Here we are working, pure terrorist, pure kamikaze
I love the corridos, all from Chachito, I start smoking
And there from time to time with some girls from FERXXO dance
What the fuck were they looking at me spending money without skimping
I like those lights, the ones that accompany you to buy champagne
Pure chucky girl, as the old man in La H says
I'm also a bandit and let anyone who wants to prove it to me
Escrita por: Alexis Armando Fierro Román / Jesus Ortiz Paz