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El Nuevo Orden
Para que lo sepas, del primero
Me hubiera dado cuenta si tú fueras un caballero
No me impresionarás hablando de dinero
Como si el amor se comprará en un cajero
Yo siempre pago mi' cuenta' (siempre)
Yo sola pago mi renta (solita)
No necesito a nadie que me ponga al día (día)
Y mucho menos quiero de tu compañía (compañía)
Tú habla' mucho, mucho blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Y nunca sale na' con tu blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Y nunca sale na' con tu blah-blah-blah
No me conoce', y dice' que me quiere' (¿cómo?)
No me conoce', y dice' que me ama' (jaja)
Boy, desde lejos sabes lo que quiere' (ya lo sé)
Tú solamente andas buscando cama
Y no te sale nada, por si acaso lo dudaba'
¿Por qué tú no da' la talla?
Apuntas y tiras, pero falla'
Y no te sale nada, por si acaso lo dudaba'
¿Por qué tú no da' la talla?
Apuntas y tiras, pero falla'
Tú habla' mucho, mucho blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Y nunca sale na' con tu blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Y nunca sale na' con tu blah-blah-blah
No lo intentes gallo para que no falle'
Yo soy la que elige quien no quiera que me guaye
Muchos comentarios se oyen en la calle
Yo no creo en nada de lo que tu boca hable
Y no te salen nada palabra'
Las masticas y te las tragas
Y no te sale nada tu blah-blah
Ya me tiene' cansada
Para que lo sepas, del primero
Me hubiera dado cuenta si tú fuera' un caballero
No me impresionarás hablando de dinero
Como si el amor se comprará en un cajero
Tú habla' mucho, mucho blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Y nunca sale na' con tu blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(Mucho, mucho, mucho) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Y nunca sale na' con tu blah-blah-blah
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The New Order
Just so you know, first of all
I would have noticed if you were a gentleman
You won't impress me talking about money
As if love could be purchased at an ATM
I always pay my bills (always)
I alone pay my rent (all by myself)
I don't need anyone to keep me up-to-date (date)
And even less do I want your company (company)
You talk a lot, a lot of blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
And nothing ever becomes of your blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
And nothing ever becomes of your blah-blah-blah
You don't know me, and you say you love me (how)?
You don't know me, and you say you love me (haha)
Boy, you know what you want from far away (I already know it)
You're just looking for a bed
And nothing comes up, in case you were doubting
Why aren't you up to the task?
You aim and shoot, but you miss
And nothing comes up, in case you were doubting
Why aren't you up to the task?
You aim and shoot, but you miss
You talk a lot, a lot of blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
And nothing ever becomes of your blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
And nothing ever becomes of your blah-blah-blah
Don't try it, big man, so you don't fail
I'm the one who chooses who doesn't want to chill with me
I'm hearing a lot of talk in the streets
I don't believe anything your mouth utters
And you can't find the words
You chew them and swallow them
And you can't come up with anything besides your blah-blah
I'm tired of you now
Just so you know, first of all
I would have noticed if you were a gentleman
You won't impress me talking about money
As if love could be purchased at an ATM
You talk a lot, a lot of blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
And nothing ever becomes of your blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
(A lot, a lot, a lot of) blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
And nothing ever becomes of your blah-blah-blah
Escrita por: Josias de La Cruz, Cromo La X, Erickant, Mariah Angelique