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People like us only had two options to get out of the neighborhood
Being a criminal or becoming famous
And we were already the first
He likes night, money and women
They call him a cot, but he does his homework
Nothing he needs, he has everything he wants
He's got plenty of style, he's got all the powers
Chorus 1
At night down the boulevard he's emptying his wallet
He's not worried about anything, he's got the respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some did less but it was never anyone
At night down the boulevard he's emptying his wallet
He's not worried about anything, he's got the respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some did less but it was never anyone
Verse 1
Some call him a cotrín, others name him rapper
Money is the first thing from December to January
The owner of the business that started as a errand boy
Now he's the mere guy with pure foreign ass
I swear I don't exaggerate, the whole map knows him
He's scented, the concert trembles at twelve o'clock
Cough and cough, my child avoids rubbing
On the cot's block at night you don't know
Strap shirt, a jellyfish in the belt
Well-bowled shoe, a glass of red wine
Different, you can see the arrival in a bar
Walk with the broken role-playing armor down the boulevard
Throw fair to the bastard because he can't find a way
To pay the price for a true story
Thanks to the fate that gave me sincere race
You know on the street who generates the most
Chorus 2
At night down the boulevard he's emptying his wallet
He's not worried about anything, he's got the respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some did less but it was never anyone
At night down the boulevard he's emptying his wallet
He's not worried about anything, he's got the respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some did less but it was never anyone
Verse 2
The 'disappeared' is told about the neighborhood
That where he takes out fair that looks mercenary
The street knows him, he controls the whole side
Some say it's good, others say it's bad
He lives it working, bills generating
Crazy from time to time, for Mexico walking
Respect is the first thing and life costs dearly
That's why he wants money, he's always looking for the varo
Ironed shirt, its gold chain
He likes drugs, alcohol and the early morning
A friendship doesn't trade her for a skirt
The treacherous are watching their backs
They call him a cot, a gangster and he's a bum
They always look at him that he's setting on another rooster
The most noted, the most marihuano
The most sought after and one hundred percent Mexican
Chorus 3
At night down the boulevard he's emptying his wallet
He's not worried about anything, he's got the respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some did less but it was never anyone
At night down the boulevard he's emptying his wallet
He's not worried about anything, he's got the respect out there
He has few friends and a true story
Some did less but it was never anyone
Outro
They call him a cot
The neighborhood tells you cotrín
Mexico tells you cotrín
Colombia tells you cotrín
In California it's the cotrín
At equator it's the cotrín
And a thousand Latinos the cotrín
And a thousand Latinos the cotrín
Outside they call it cotrín
The neighborhood tells you cotrín
Mexico tells you cotrín
Colombia tells you cotrín
In California it's the cotrín
At equator it's the cotrín
And a thousand Latinos the cotrín
And a thousand Latinos the cotrín
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