Aerolinea Carrillo

Like a flock
The planes looked at each other
And among the fuselage
Traveled the Colombian

They transported her like that
The radar didn't detect her
They placed her with the fair-skinned
And the green ones arrived

Very intelligent
Good at closing deals
Russians, Asians
Colombians and Italians

Strong player in the market
That's why she was of high rank
Her name was loved Carrillo
Legend in smuggling

In her mind wandered
A very bright idea
To put the coke
In commercial planes

And her airline was launched
Results were already seen
And the kilos were being put in
Many tons

(And there goes my T3r Elemento
There you go
And that's how it is, my buddy gera
Gang gang foo)

And from Pablo Emilio
The man earned respect
What he produced
He moved with the wind

He was direct and non-stop
In five days the merchandise entered
With that he built an empire
And his millionaire fortune

King of white gold
One of many nicknames
He controlled the market
He did it his way

Discretion made him great
And arrangements with the generals
Two hundred million in green
And those were weekly

Questions arise
Regarding his death
If he died
Or if he's a living legend

The 727 plane
That traveled the continents
Maybe if it continues through the skies
The doubt remains for you

(And that's all buddy gera
Pure forward, dad)