Avisos Parentales - FERNANDOCOSTA-

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.

Yipi-yipi-yipiyou

Yipi-yipi-yipiyou…

Eh, eh

Avisos parentales, cambio de tales, giros postales

Vacilas de apellido, Costa Morales

Aleación de metales, la reacción por el Label

Los niños controlan el tare

Cuando hablo, suben los panes no tengo quien me pare, su hermano su primo su

pare voy en un Mclaren

Tú en una vespino vaffanculo porco Dio

Questo malandrino tiene ritmo tiene brío

Ay que frío, los bikinis ya se han ido de ti no me fío

Me he metío en líos yo solito me he salido

Colegas en busca y captura por allí escondidos

Que Dios me los perdone son todos hijitos míos

Sonando guarro, recién salido del barro

No me mires mal que te tunean el carro

No me mires bien que creo que quieres algo

Un ser antisocial en la copa de su árbol

Nando, Nando, llegaste derrapando

Con el culo cruzado y en las curvas pisando

Jesucristo y el demonio están hablando

Quieren discutir quien se lleva a Fernando

Po-Porros y parques, macarras con arte

Vamos dejando huella son ladrones sin guantes

Los ojos colorados como si fuera a Marte

De catas y cates, fumando diamante

Botándolo gratis, sonando en el cráter

Son los niños mas guapos del escaparate

Peones dando golpes primo, jaque mate

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.

Yipi-yipi-yipiyou

Yipi-yipi-yipiyou…

Eh eh

Parental notices, change of such, money orders

Last name hesitation, Costa Morales

Metal alloy, the reaction by the Label

Children control homework

When I speak, the loaves go up, I have no one to stop me, his brother his cousin his

I'm going in a Mclaren

You in a vespino vaffanculo porco Dio

This malandrino has rhythm, it has verve

Oh how cold, the bikinis have already left you, I don't trust you

I've gotten into trouble, I've just gotten out

Search and capture colleagues hiding there

May God forgive me they are all my children

Sounding dirty, fresh out of the mud

Do not look at me badly that they tune your car

Don't look at me well I think you want something

An antisocial being in the top of his tree

Nando, Nando, you came skidding

With the ass crossed and in the curves stepping

Jesus Christ and the devil are talking

They want to discuss who takes Fernando

Po-Poros and parks, badass with art

We are leaving our mark, they are thieves without gloves

Red eyes as if going to Mars

Of tastings and cates, smoking diamond

Throwing it away for free, ringing in the crater

They are the most handsome children in the showcase

Pawns hitting cousin, checkmate