Sabado
Ey, prima
Don't cancel me, bro, don't cancel me
Pero I gotta say something
I gotta say something
Antes de que empiece la fiesta, quiero que se sepa
Que uno de nosotros votó por Trump
No sé quién fue pero llegó el sobre
Y dice el apellido, pero el nombre no
Ahí va la tía con pelos de elote
Que crió puros hijos que malcriados son
El primo traumado con ser americano
Cara de paisa, y le fue a Trump
Ahí va el foo' que dice la N-word
Pinche no sabo, vato mamón
La prima que se cree fresa, mustia, tiesa
Celosa de todo en TikTok
Yo con mi tío que siempre anda en lío
Tequila por litro, viejo llorón
Siempre se burla que soy lesbiana
Sí cuando se emborracha es más gay que yo
Chingue a su madre, ya valió
Era una fiesta en sábado
Trapos sucios, lávalos
Que al cabo la vecina ya grabó
Chingue a su madre, ya valió
Era una fiesta en sábado
Trapos sucios, lávalos
Que al cabo la vecina ya grabó
No quiero abrir el sobre porque es crimen federal
Pero aquí entre familia tenemos novedad
¿Quién fue?
No digan que no quieren juzgar
Si pa' todo quieren chisme, no paran de criticar
No por nada, si la fiesta para
Pero no me echen la culpa, porque no fui yo
Yo creo fue la prima que pa' tener hijos güeros
Con un güero americano se casó
Dice que solo habla inglés, que si quiere chicken, dice que yes
Pinche trauma de ella, crecer entre mis tías con su pendejez
Que pa' mejorar la raza, ojo azul
Que si fuck you, beaner , the fuck are you?
I like my brown skin, fuck you, foo's
Do you watch History, or watch the news?
Stop it, stop it
Chingue a su madre, ya valió
Era una fiesta en sábado
Trapos sucios, lávalos
Que al cabo la vecina ya grabó
Chingue a su madre, ya valió
Era una fiesta en sábado
Trapos sucios, lávalos
Que al cabo la vecina ya grabó
Chingue a su madre, ya valió
Era una fiesta en sábado
Trapos sucios, lávalos
Que al cabo la vecina ya grabó
Chingue a su madre, ya valió
Era una fiesta en sábado
Trapos sucios, lávalos
Que al cabo la vecina ya grabó
Saturday
Hey, cousin
Don't cancel me, bro, don't cancel me
But I gotta say something
I gotta say something
Before the party starts, I want it to be known
That one of us voted for Trump
I don't know who it was, but the envelope arrived
And it says the last name, but not the first name
There goes the aunt with cornrow hair
Who raised pure spoiled children
The cousin traumatized with being American
A countryman's face, and he went to Trump
There goes the fool that says the N word
Fucking doesn't know, stupid fool
My cousin who thinks she's a cute girl, withered, stiff
Jealous of everything on TikTok
Me, with my uncle who's always in trouble
Tequila by the liter: Old crybaby
He always makes fun of me for being a lesbian
When he gets drunk, he's gayer than me
Fuck your mother, it's enough
It was a party on Saturday
Dirty rags, wash them
For in the end, the neighbor already recorded
Fuck your mother, it's enough
It was a party on Saturday
Dirty rags, wash them
For in the end, the neighbor already recorded
I don't want to open the envelope because it's a federal crime
But here amongst family, we have news
Who was it?
Don't say you don't want to judge
If they want to gossip for everything, they never stop criticizing
Not for nothing, if the party stops
But don't blame me, because it wasn't me
I think it was the cousin who wanted to have blond children
She married a blond American
She says she only speaks English, that if she wants chicken, she says yes
What fucking trauma it was for her, to grow up with my aunts with her stupidity
To improve the race, blue eyes
What if fuck you, beaner, the fuck are you?
I like my brown skin, fuck you, fools
Do you watch History or watch the news?
Stop it, stop it
Fuck your mother, it's enough
It was a party on Saturday
Dirty rags, wash them
For in the end, the neighbor already recorded
Fuck your mother, it's enough
It was a party on Saturday
Dirty rags, wash them
For in the end, the neighbor already recorded
Fuck your mother, it's enough
It was a party on Saturday
Dirty rags, wash them
For in the end, the neighbor already recorded
Fuck your mother, it's enough
It was a party on Saturday
Dirty rags, wash them
For in the end, the neighbor already recorded