This is the story of a girl
Who lived in the neighborhood of La Paz (listen, listen)
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs like her dad
No one bet on her
Her future was clouded
And she had just begun (yes, yes)
Who doesn't want money?
Tell me, who doesn't want money?
To spend it in the city

She wanted bread, she wanted jewelry
You don't value anything if you don't cry
The best thing about having nothing
Is having to work and sweat
To push misery aside
To earn respect with courage and guts
She had it
She knew it
She deserved it
She was worth it for that and more
She had everything she wanted
She wore the clothes you can only dream of
Many talents are lost in the sea
But when you're only good for trafficking
That's what happens

They call you, they call you, your phone doesn't stop ringing
They call you, they call you, your phone doesn't stop ringing (yes, yes)
They call you, they call you, your phone doesn't stop ringing
They call you, they call you, your phone doesn't stop ringing

This is the story of a girl who lived in the neighborhood of La Paz
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs like her dad
No one bet on her
Her future was clouded
And she had just begun
Who doesn't want money?
Tell me, who doesn't want money?
To spend it in the city

At nine she was there
And it was respect that was missing
Without care, bullets flew
Is it so hard to get up in the morning?
For being a woman, she carried a gun
You know, so she wouldn't feel alone
No one likes to be messed with
Always, you have to think twice
Who eats the crap when it appears? (Who?)
If you get out of there, it's because you're lucky
Next time I'll be more careful, mom, I'll go with people
She had everything she wanted
She wore the clothes you can only dream of

This is the story of a girl who lived in the neighborhood of La Paz
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs like her dad
No one bet on her
Her future was clouded
And she had just begun (fed up, fed up)
Who doesn't want money?
Tell me, who doesn't want money?
To spend it in the city
This is the story of a girl who lived in the neighborhood of La Paz
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs like her dad
No one bet on her
Her future was clouded
And she had just begun
Who doesn't want money?
Tell me, who doesn't want money?
To spend it in the city

This is the story of a girl who lived in the neighborhood of La Paz
It was said about her that she wanted to sell drugs like her dad

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