Zona Sur a todo ritmo, eh
Hoy tengo una sed y encima de la mala
Esta noche se re presta pa’ cortar semana
Pedí un cajón, dale, que lo pago
Nos fuimo’ para el baile con todo’ los vago’
En un 307 nos re fuimo’ de gira con todo mi combete
Mirá esa turra, tiene alto rosquete
Si pinta vos sabés que yo le mando cuete
Qué no, juguete
En un 307 nos re fuimo’ de gira con todo mi combete
Mirá esa turra, tiene alto rosquete
Si pinta vos sabés que yo le mando cuete
Qué no, juguete
Cuando entramo’ a la disco las perra’ se ponen loca’
Ahora quiero ver como toda’ esas cola’ rebotan
No te hagás la otra que en cuatro eso ‘tá que explota
Y pim-pum-pam, dale, pim-pum-pam
Mientra’ le da al perreo se toma un champán
Pim-pum-pam, dale, pim-pum-pam
Mientra’ le da al perreo se toma un champán, ey
En un 307 nos re fuimo’ de gira con todo mi combete
Mirá esa turra, tiene alto rosquete
Si pinta vos sabés que yo le mando cuete
Qué no, juguete
En un 307 nos re fuimo’ de gira con todo mi combete
Mirá esa turra, tiene alto rosquete
Si pinta vos sabés que yo le mando cuete
Qué no, juguete
‘Tamo de la cabeza, re descontrolado’
Pero somo’ nosotro’ acá y en todos lado’
Ya está todo hablado, que siga la gira
Nos fuimo’ de after-party con toda’ las piba’
Botella cortada, vodka y Speed
Vos sabés, perri, que es por ahí
Dale, mami, ponte para mí
Con esos tincho’ no estoy ni ahí
En un 307 nos re fuimo’ de gira con todo mi combete
Mirá esa turra, tiene alto rosquete
Si pinta vos sabés que yo le mando cuete
Qué no, juguete
Zona Sur a todo ritmo, eh
Infinit
Cumbia 420 pa’ los turro’
DT.Bilardo
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Rojuu – INVASORES
Paulina Camus – Ven Ándate
307 Lyrics English
South Zone at all rhythm, eh
Today I have a thirst and above the bad
Tonight is rendered to cut week
I ordered a drawer, give it, I pay it
I was left for the dance with everything ‘Los Vago’
In a 307 we were forth ‘tour with all my combine
Look at that turra, has high racket
If you paint you know that I send you a come
Do not, toy
In a 307 we were forth ‘tour with all my combine
Look at that turra, has high racket
If you paint you know that I send you a come
Do not, toy
When I entered ‘to the album Las b#tch’ get crazy ‘
Now I want to see how all ‘queue’ bounce
You do not get the other one that in four that ‘tá that explodes
And pim-pum-pam, dale, pim-pum-pam
While ‘gives the perreo a champagne takes
Pim-Pum-Pam, Dale, Pim-Pum-Pam
While ‘gives the perreo a champagne takes, ey
In a 307 we were forth ‘tour with all my combine
Look at that turra, has high racket
If you paint you know that I send you a come
Do not, toy
In a 307 we were forth ‘tour with all my combine
Look at that turra, has high racket
If you paint you know that I send you a come
Do not, toy
‘Tamo of the head, re uncontrolled’
But Somo ‘We’ here and every side ‘
Everything is already spoken, that follow the tour
I was away from after-party with all ‘Las Piba’
Bottle cut, Vodka and Speed
You know, Perri, which is out there
DALE, MAMI, PUTE FOR ME
With those tinchi ‘I’m not even there
In a 307 we were forth ‘tour with all my combine
Look at that turra, has high racket
If you paint you know that I send you a come
Do not, toy
South Zone at all rhythm, eh
Infinit.
Cumbia 420 Pa ‘Los Turro’
Dt.bilado.
Kriterio Music
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R Jota Lyrics – 307