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Yeah when my got his first Tec I was playing Hendrix in the basement All I wanted to be was a rock And all he wanted to be was an El Chapo, Si El Chapo, Si All he to do was be El Chapo, Si El El Chapo, Si All he to do was be El Chapo
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When my cousin got his Tec I was playing Jimi in the basement All I wanted was to be a rock And all he to be was an Escobar El Chapo, Si El All he to do was be El Chapo El
All I do is When he bought me that guitar I felt like Prince the up my guitar
When my cousin got his Tec I was playing Hendrix in the basement All I was to be a rock star And all he wanted to be was an
When my got his first tat Acoustic trappin' in the All I was to be a rock star