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My enemies know it's on My homies know that it's on I'm on tour my hoes miss me They want me to come home Yeah they know I came from the bottom These shows I came from the bottom I'm fantasizing bout having babies With snow da product Bitches know that this is my ground Got my soldiers all this sideline Susho's my religion bitch, I don't need to cosign I fuck with pe pito the ratchet hoes Fuck being the ratchet Got em fuckin em, and suckin em And I don't even know magic My life is full of that drama, I didn't vote for obama They deported some of my soldiers Now we gotta go to tijuana I buck my music with the sound And that's el stilo de mafia El stilo de mafia, el stilo de mafia Cocaine, bad bitches, el stilo de mafia Got the musicos playing, el stilo de mafia Drug money imported, el stilo de mafia Letras de cancionesThey grow that shit in mexico They got that shit in mexico The plug in mexico They learned that shit form mexico Thank god for the color blue Thank god for my whole crew Thank god to these bitches Who fuck with us and don't fuck with you Pulled up and they talk about it Now I'ma lend me the gun automatic I let em know I'm mexican Motherfucker, I'm proud about it Allergic to these wanna bee's, Mob life, who wants beef Put holes all in your body Make you look like a negative fun and rings Tell your whole family, tell your big cousin Write a letter to your home boys that been busting I buck my music with the sound And that's el stilo de mafia El stilo de mafia, el stilo de mafia Cocaine, bad bitches, el stilo de mafia Got the musicos playing, el stilo de mafia Drug money imported, el stilo de mafia They grow that shit in mexico They got that shit in mexico The plug in mexico They learned that shit form mexico. From Letras Mania