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He is the junior of the old heir of the company,
With many people under his command, his father brought the school,
J-6 has already been nicknamed the beast's cub.
The crown belongs to the big ones and the puppy is raffling it off,
He was born with the star of the Molina family,
The old man left the inheritance and carried the signature in his blood.
The company continues to pull Guadalajara is the square,
The terrain is Culiacan, the plebs are activated,
The business is growing and the puppy is not giving up.
To mobilize people, Chinese comrades don't back down,
For tastes and pleasures my checkbook pays everything,
And if there is a problem, just a phone call is enough.
At the North Pole the weather never gets hot,
Because the arriva apollo is always at 120,
Backed by the Culiacan company and its people.
Let the corridos resound, bring buchanans 18,
Hanging out in Culiacan, I don't want to talk about business,
Better bring the band and we'll wake up really crazy.
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