She wants mandinga
So that her gringa ways go away
We need to give her a cigar
So she walks like a Hispanic

We need to stain her shoes
With mud from the mountains
To strip away her posture
Of English cheesecake

There she goes walking through Latin America
Imitating the walk of a generic gringa
She doesn't eat dulce de leche because of cholesterol
She says words in English mixed with Spanish
She's a wannabe gringa
She doesn't even know where the capital of her country is
She's an idiot, has the brain of an ox
That's why I dedicate this funk to her, kind of gay, like Jamiroquai
I see her all the time like stray dogs
Aimlessly, stumbling around the world
Stealing money from dying millionaire old men
Just like Donald Trump, in less than a second
She steals even your wrinkles
She's a witch but without a broom and without a wart
Because she's pretty, with her perky butt
She enchants you with her upturned nose, like the French girls
She's an idiot, she milks your balls
Just to ride in your convertible car
She's a fine gold-digger, so fine
That she's cost me more than the damn gasoline
She only eats in fancy restaurants
Gold fillet with diamond salad
She'd rather get a permanent implant
Than feed her children
She's an expert at breaking condoms
She owns all your inheritance before you even take off your pants
She has no indigenous or African blood
Because she says her family is of German heritage
She's a Latin disgrace
I'd like to pierce her chest with a javelin
Set on fire so her breasts burn
And the tip of the javelin also has poison
To ensure her death
Because even though they don't deserve it
These gold-diggers are lucky and revive like zombies
That's why later I'll hit her with a combo of punches
In the face until she's disfigured

She wants mandinga
For what?
So that her gringa ways go away
And him?
We need to give him a cigar
For what?
So he walks like a Hispanic
Whatever

We need to stain her shoes
With what?
With mud from the mountains
Oh! For what?
To strip away her posture
Of what?
Of English cheesecake

There goes the guy who wears tight pants
So his package is outlined
With the hairstyle they use on Objetivo Fama
That looks like they just got out of bed
And put cement glue in their hair
And then paint the tips caramel brown
He wears contact lenses to have light eyes
And even though he's Latino, he speaks with a weird accent
He's an idiot, his dream is to be a bolero singer
And then make a calendar dressed as a firefighter
A guy with little imagination
Could easily work as a reporter on Univision
From Miami, he gets a mommy with his Armani clothes
He spends his time chasing any booty
As creative as a reggaeton singer
He also hits women like Fernando del Rincón
He's a fake idiot, a fake
To top it off, he's a fan of Justin Timberlake
What bothers him the most like a blister
Is that no matter how much he combs his hair, he can't deny his native face
He's a Latin disgrace
I'd like to invite him to a pool
In the middle of a thunderstorm
I'd also like to gift him a Lamborghini without brakes
Take him to get his prostate checked with a drill
And push it until it bleeds
In the name of all the people in Latin America who are dying of hunger

She wants mandinga
For what?
So that her gringa ways go away
And him?
We need to give him a cigar
For what?
So he walks like a Hispanic
Whatever

We need to stain her shoes
With what?
With mud from the mountains
Oh! For what?
To strip away her posture
Of what?
Of English cheesecake (Hahaha)

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