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Gabriel Silva
Blo-Blo-Blo-Bloody Music

We ride around, all in camouflage
The city and town light up wherever we go
I'm from the North, my mind is burning
I make them dance, let's throw a party

Tell your neighbor the party is coming and here it's all about Nectar Lima
That's why no one gets close, whether they're guangos or marina
Because we're on the lookout, pure Northeast Cartel
Tamaulipas on top

Yeah, I don't give a fuck
On top of the laminates all messed up
I send Ricky, the real deal
On top of the butter passes, fucking badass

And just like that
El Chisqueado comes and goes in military clothing
He makes them dance and they start blowing dragon hits
Pass me another hit to lose myself for a while
El Chiricuazo is out there fighting
He wears three letters on his helmet

The chest carries several plates
El Tartas throws a flare
My chain weighs three hundred grams
I make them enjoy with my tracatera

I come buzzing with this damn bastard song
You can see the blurred and Chencho playing ball
We're equipped for any kind of event
If we're in the cars, I'm in too
The nights are warm and we're at the party
All my sicas ready for whatever comes

Carats in the guns, diamonds on the neck
The nightclub lights up when we get drunk
Here it's all CDN, respect to Mr. Huevo
And pure Treviño's crew, the flag we carry
In the violent parapet
The rifle is outside for the confrontation
I like the chaos, that's why I party
And I spend fucking money when I wake up

And I'm crazy
High from the coconut
Don't turn on the lights, I have red eyes
And it won't stop here, the hookah and the champagne
Gabriel Silva on the mic getting them really high

El Panin all decked out
Has like three girls on top of the car
The damn wood, burning a rooster
Pure gold jewelry, the short one on the side
And pure VIP, that's why I'm happy
Powder for the nose, I have it to not sleep

With a thug rhythm to liven up the atmosphere
I have the draco hanging, things are hot
And light it up, enemy in sight
When the rifles go off, the smile disappears

And pure Tamaulipas or we empty your guts
Pure crazy participates opening little bottles
With a good little butt, turn up the music
Because here we're from the North, that's why no one gets scared

Yeah, he doesn't give a fuck
Morris looks armed to the teeth
He's pixelated in the war
Throwing fire but he doesn't burn
And it won't stop, more will come out
So you relax and start dancing