La chora

Caloncho


Solapas colgantes
y teguas de Apache,
un hoodie batwing,
need money for weed.

I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you.

The rest of your nachos,
bichicori sin trapo,
no sea marro mi hermano,
homie, no sea tacaño.

Huaraches de callo,
pelo trasquilado.
Saca un peso, vato,
la chora del gallo.

I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to you.

I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to you.
I won’t lie to you, loco this is true.
I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to you.