Goodbye!

They've heard me around
There must be plenty of gossip, I don't care
I like to work
And if the order is to kill, it's not questioned
I'll pray to the devil
And I have Toner behind me, he's my shadow (he's my shadow)
And those who misbehave
There's no chance to talk here
I throw them in the grave
I bring only ex-military
And I command a group in my area (in my area)
And without so much showing off
I depend on the Guzman, affirmative copy

I have rifles that you can't even imagine, I have them here at hand
I've seen the skinny one up close and she still hasn't needed me
So I keep operating

Goodbye
So they know, cousin
Pure Double P
Just like that, cousin

An artisanal armor
A cigar to relax and a wash
Of military fit
Two pistols and a SCAR
I visit the tied up ones
A Thursday in Culiacan
How could I forget that we fought (that we fought)
The mission was to save
A general's son
Two hundred under my command

A medicinal touch
To go on patrol well armed
I have two Cheyennes behind me
They're listening to rap
The young ones are well armed

I have scars all over my body
And also a few bullet wounds
But I feel like new
I'll keep throwing punches
I'm still in command

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