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Calle 13 - La Fokin Moda En Ingles Lyrics

La Fokin Moda

Mangao, picoteao, bad for
You sneakers embarrao
With poop
You stood in a color marker spinach beef

And I threw pa Batata
With me you legs cortastes
El Residente Calle 13 against attacks
If an insect, you went to be rat
A fuc*** rat

Barata, puelca, dirty, with ticks
Vo'a you sound like a Mexican pinata
Vo'a you mess with pots, and bowls
And do not ask pardon vo'a in my life, I do not feel
wins.

I'm not your corduroy
Not if you give me wool
I'm not your corduroy

You are a puelco
You are tiny, you're etiercol
You should kill yourself and get you 90 pelco
90 valium, 90 breadsticks
Montarto in your car, and guide until 200 miles
shocks.

Quien es este cabron unhappy?
The apprentice Resident fuc*** your dad

I know I'm the fuc*** fashion
I know I'm the fuc*** fashion
You came late, vete pa 'la cola
I did not have to wait in line, followed him rola (x2)

This man is cast
As a grandmother cafe
Still, a step pedal
Sliding with the soles I advance
To you I went out duck goose
And you've got me tame donkey face

Dual tires as yours court
Cansa'o I'm walking out the door wide
I will like her ass up in the rematch
With my pitching you money without blemish

With every word
This man you slice the jugular
Desangrao for the main vein
And it will save you or your bodyguard

This is very musical, you understand the level pa
Where I Jangueo, Jangueo Lucifer
I write eating chingo
Writing letters breathing, blowing my notebook
And with practice balls
That's why I chew.

I do not mean what he says Puerto Rico
To you and you compose discompongo
Pa throw me in my need to be on a trip cabron
fungus.

You and your combo suck me
Morongo.

I have a couple of fans who want to sing
And are crazy for sticking like chewing gum
But they lack practice, a new tactic
They are lying like plastic surgery

If you do not collaborate, I slide my Deitos a
blender

For there are rumors
That you are the rapper who cries more,
Your tears of get into my water bottle
And I the draft.

Where are the fish?
Calle 13 who wants a couple of appetizers.

I know I'm the fuc*** fashion
I know I'm the fuc*** fashion
You came late, vete pa 'la cola
I did not have to wait in line, followed him rola (x2)