They look for me for sucrose I am the daughter of a trafficker
I know the moves well
I grew up among the big mafia
From the best merchandise he taught me to sell my father
When I turned 15 years old they did not make me a quinceañera
I inherited a business that good ticket gave me
Cell phone and also beeper for everything to attend
My father's friends taught me to throw
They wanted me well prepared I'm first to shoot
The houses of my gun of good gold have to shine
I run the complete business I have forms in Jalisco
Laboratory in sound distributors to the jump
Miss hands do not touch anything me triumph looks clean
In pure troop of the year is what I walk
I give myself of all the tastes according to how I estimate
And I work very straight that's why nobody goes
Over there say more than four that one day I will steal
The anime does not know what people will come up against
I always charge my guaruras for the one who wants to enter
Like a fine filly I'm flirtatious and boastful
From the leftovers that I leave you enjoy my enemies
There was no man to hold my rein or my lairs
In the famous vineyard the cliff and the sierra
Also there at the rodeo they know me wherever I want
There we are not seeing dangerous rasa!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)