Las Plebes del Masserati - Nena Guzman

Ya agarraron la trescientos

Vamos a ver quien las para

En la vereda las vieron

Pero nunca las alcanzan

Con el turbo bien cargado

Pasaron quemando llanta

Por el malecón las vieron

Echándose a policíacas

Son dos plebes aventadas

Que asta parecen barbies

Son muy aceleradas

Las Plebes del Maserati

Para Combinar con el Carro

Se Pintan Los Labios Rojos

Si las Para algún reten

Nomas le sierran el ojo

No ocupan de charola

Porque todos las conocen

Son dos plebes desmadrosas

Que siempre viven de noche

Los hombres se quedan viendo

Todos con la boca abierta

Las plebes lo asen adrede

Pasan a vuelta de rueda

La belleza es su charola

Y sus armas los billetes

No son fresas ni buchonas

Son dos Divas Sinaloenses

De flores les llegan kilos

Y regalos toneladas

Varios Le asen la lucha

Porque quieren conquistarlas

Esas caritas lindas

No se impresionan fácil

Tu ya vas ya vienen

Las Plebes Del Maserati

Y estas Plebes están pesadas, tenían que ser de del records

Por La Baja De Ensenada

Van Mirado el Maserati

Por la revul de Tijuana

Y una Vez en Mexicali

Por San Luis y por Peñasco

Reinas de la Finiquera

Puede andar en California

Culiacan y asta en la perla

Por la 15 a masatlan

Para curarnos la maliya

Después de un aguachile

Estamos listas pa' seguirle

En el malecón Son Vistas

Saludando a Sus Amigos

Tambien son muy activas

Viernes sabado y domingo

En los antros en las islas

He en el bulevar sinaloa

De carro a carro se gritan

Mientras suena la tambora

Paran trafico en la caye

Y se arma la parranda

Con puro buchanas master

Es la moda en la plebeada

Un regalo pa' las niñas

Evidente un deportivo

Herencia y padrino

Desde Italia lo han traído

En menos de seis segundos

Ya levantan los doscientos

Son las reinas del mundo

Y fierro por la trescientos

No tienen competencia

Pos son fieras pal volante

Pa las carreras tremendas

Las plebes del Maserati

They already grabbed the three hundred

Let's see who stops them

They saw them on the sidewalk

But they never reach

With the turbo well charged

They spent burning tires

They saw them along the boardwalk

fucking police girls

They are two fanned plebes

How do they look like barbies?

they are very fast

The Maserati Plebes

To Combine with the Cart

Red Lips are Painted

If the For some retention

They just close his eye

They do not occupy a tray

because everyone knows them

They are two wild plebes

Who always live at night

The men stare

Everyone with their mouths open

The commoners do it on purpose

They go round the wheel

Beauty is her tray

And their weapons the bills

They are not strawberries or poachers

They are two Sinaloan Divas

Kilos of flowers arrive

And gifts tons

Several will fight

because they want to conquer them

Those pretty little faces

They are not easily impressed

You are already coming

The Maserati Plebes

And these Plebes are heavy, they had to be from records

Through the Baja De Ensenada

Van Mirado the Maserati

For the revul of Tijuana

And once in Mexicali

Through San Luis and through Peñasco

Queens of the Finiquera

You can ride in California

Culiacan and even in the pearl

By the 15th masatlan

To cure our maliya

After an aguachile

We are ready to follow him

On the boardwalk Son Vistas

Greeting Your Friends

They are also very active

Friday saturday and sunday

In the dens on the islands

I have in sinaloa boulevard

From car to car they shout

While the drum is playing

They stop traffic in the caye

And the party is armed

With pure buchanas master

It is the fashion in the Plebeada

A gift for the girls

obviously a sporty

inheritance and godfather

They brought it from Italy

In less than six seconds

They already raise the two hundred

They are the queens of the world

And iron for the three hundred

they have no competition

because they are beasts pal volante

For the tremendous races

The Maserati mobs