SIR DYNO - EL MERO MERO lyrics

rate me

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El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero

Murio mi carnal execution style at his house

They found him tortured with his brains blown out

Cuz we been doin jales for as long as I remember

Now who's gonna buy his kids presents in December

Call the pistoleros, get the cuetes ready and loaded

Need to find out who let his head exploded

Feel the hate build up, inside my heart and soul

And I'm pacin back and forth, knuckle up against the wall

And camaradas shed tears but I just want revenge

Wall spinnin all around me cuz I'm livin on the edge

Juaquin lets go, I need familia watchin my back

Make sure your clip is loaded cuz tonight we'll attack

A million things in my head as I search for the murderer

Tonight you're gonna meet the black suited coroner

Cell phone rings

Que onda who's this, Did you find out who did it?

Now tell me where he is?

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El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

Get in the ranfla,this vato's gonna die

In a wicked way, with this spray, cuz I don't play

I guess I'm thinkin of my camarada soaked in sangre

I got my cuerno de chivo y machete

He's at the motel actin like the king of the land

Ha Ha Ha, I got other plans

I'm pushy in the North, cuete aimed at his mascara

I beat him down

I didn't do nada

Is what he screamed, with the cranka aclavado

Put him in the trunk para matarlo

Put up the corridos on the stereo

He screams terrified

You can see the pain in my eyes of a good friend died

I push the gas faster into the back of the field

You did it to my carnal now you tell me how it feels

(Sir Dyno speakin)

Ssh I'ma kill your old lady, your kids, your parents... all of them before before your dead tonight.

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El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

Get out the trunk feel the machete rip your skin

Don't die yet, cuz I don't want it end

I hear your threats

I breathe the night air

As you fall to the ground and your eyes see despair

Into the night, you see the demons coming for your soul

You try to yell but Juaquin lets a bala go

Your body shakes, feel the pistol whips

I wanna empty my clips

You killed my homeboy for a profit

Now its time to put you in a shallow dirt coffin

I feel the grip on my machete as I approach

And now I'm ready, you squeal like a butchered pig

Hangin on my angered way, hittin bone, evil silent, I think your soul flys away

Juan Acuña Cana is now a memory of the livin

Asi es en la vida unforgiven

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El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.

El mero mero traficante. Me llamo cuerno. Y nadie me manda yo ago lo que quiero.