Daddy Yankee - Gasolina

remindz me of my ex-wife rosa

it is a nice song

awesome

They call me Daddy Confederate, Hang with them real Mexicans and Colombianos, Yall got a lot of bravo. We say No Dinero por Gasolina, so we smoking Marlboros at the gas station while yall pumping premium in ya Bentleys, We good with enough Cigarillos to go around, Landed before we left the ground, Mi Cartel is Asesinos, yall just palabras and phrases, save the Praise when u meet me, This the Day of the Dead, Time to wake up, show these dudes how to get that work, keep it on the shirt, No laundry mat, we Oral Like Shakiras album with the exception of the song with WhyCClef, cause we fighting tonite, Lives altered by lies of these dudes, so now we take them to the alter, Call Grande Madre to clean the mess up, Heads rolling on the floor like the World Cup Warm Ups, but its all for our daughters to grow up, without fear of predators, let them know Papi the real predator, so these guys cant hurt cha, Love mi Madre eternally, Thats why they G Sectioned me, Return to the Corazon cada noche