“Hey señor, ¿Cuál es su nacionalidad?”
“Oí este pinche güerito”
“¡Yo soy mexicano hasta la madre!”
“Hijo del cocho”
Esos weyes atorados
Suenan para mi 2015
Puro chavalon, chambelan pa’ tus XV
Sé que lo hago bien, ¿shorty qué dijiste?
Naranarana, Naranarana
Tan to’s lageados, yo la pongo cero ping
Pura bad b#tch inhalando aserrín
Lobby del hotel campanita ring ring
Pura bishy pura bishy (ja!)
Están atrás como Atletic contra el Barça
No hables mierda esa cura no me pasa
H.K tu ya sabes lo que pasa
¿Sobres mijo que paso ya no te alcanza?
5 billetes de a quinientos
Siempre par de p#ss#’s
Andamos bien hambrientos
Tú Hoе por una gucci
Ya me tira texto
Shot out pa tu novia que sе mueve bien por cierto (oh!)
Llego pa’ la city y una hoe me llamó
Obvio quiere que la folle por eso vino al cantón
Ella dice que me ama pero solo es una b#tch
Y al siguiente día fue a mamársela a Yung Beef
Ella es una groupie
Y eso ya lo sabes
Tiene only fans
Y con eso el fin sale
Haciendo el dinero con la música ‘e los shows
Estaba tu jayna cantando mi canción
Esa puta hoe me pregunta sí la amo
No tengo corazón ella piensa que soy malo
Me encuentro con mi gang
Fumándome uno de gelato
Y si me quiere ver
Dile que la miro al rato (b#tch!)
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Hijo Del Cocho Lyrics English
“Hey Lord, what is your nationality?”
“I heard this click Güerito”
“I am Mexican to the mother!”
“Son of the Cocho”
Those stiff weyes
They sound for me 2015
Pure kid, chambelan pa ’your xv
I know I do well, what did you say?
Naranana, Naranana
So lageados, I put it zero ping
Pure bad b#tch inhaling sawdust
Campanita Ring Hotel Lobby
Pure bishy pure bishy (ha!)
They are back as Athletic against Barça
Do not speak sh#t that cure does not happen to me
H.K you already know what happens
Millet envelopes that no longer reaches you?
5 tickets of five hundred
Always p#ss#’s torque
We walk well hungry
You Hoе for a Gucci
I already throw me text
Shot out pa your girlfriend who sight moves well by the way (oh!)
I arrived for the City and a hoe called me
Obviously he wants him to f#ck her for that she came to the canton
She says she loves me but it’s just a b#tch
And the next day he went to Mama Yung Beef
She is a grounted
And you already know that
It has only fans
And with that the end comes out
Making money with music ‘E the shows
Was your jayna singing my song
That f#cking hoe asks me yes I love her
I have no heart, she thinks I’m bad
I meet my gang
Fuming a gamato
And if you want to see me
Tell him to look at her after a while (b#tch!)
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Young Luisma Lyrics – Hijo Del Cocho