Cero, uno, cero. Mantenlo puro y serio
Check it! Road to the the ritches, creando imperios
¿Y esas Nike Air de premio?
La razón de ver feliz al gremio. Word
Ser duro es tener es tener dientes de caimán en mi cuarto
Ando, por esta jungla de asfalto
Humanos tallados en gris cuarzo
Vi las alas de un ángel en un Lambo Diablo
Mentalidad de felino
Sueños equinos, animales extintos
Direttore esenza italiana, De Niro
Destino, ¡Tras la líneas del enemigo!
Se hace raro como Glocks 42
Son como Polo Sport del 92
Vuelve el swing del barrio, ¡es crimen y sol!
Se hace raro como Glocks 42
Son como Polo Sport del 92
Vuelve el swing del barrio, ¡es crimen y sol!
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make money, money
Make money, money, make f#cking money
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Caimanes Lyrics English
Zero, one, zero. Keep it pure and serious
Check it! Road to the ritches, creating empires
And those Nike Air award?
The reason for seeing the guild happy. Word
Being hard is to have Cayman’s teeth in my room
Ando, for this asphalt jungle
Humans carved in gray quartz
I saw an angel’s wings in a devil lamb
Feline mentality
Equine dreams, extinct animals
Direttore Esenza Italiana, by Niro
Destination, after the enemy’s lines!
It becomes weird like glocks 42
They are like Pole Sport del 92
The neighborhood swing returns, it’s crime and sun!
It becomes weird like glocks 42
They are like Pole Sport del 92
The neighborhood swing returns, it’s crime and sun!
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make Money, Money
Make Money, Money, Make f#cking Money
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Riber & Rober Lyrics – Caimanes