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Macarena
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DD Osama
DD Osama
Performer
Notti Osama
Notti Osama
Performer
NottiWorldRecords
NottiWorldRecords
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DD Osama
DD Osama
Songwriter
DR
DR
Songwriter
Ethan Riley Reyes
Ethan Riley Reyes
Composer

Lyrics

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Eh, Macarena, ¡ay! (Jahwill, this one) We're talkin' 'bout opps, spin in the V (like, what?) Better duck when you run into me Let's smoke on 'em Crips, got put on a tee (damn) OY, or no Y, I ain't switchin' my team Got a deuce with a big-ass beam If you wanna die, just run into- (me) If you wanna die just run into-, grrah If you wanna die, just run into- Dead Makks, on my O Fuck JB, got hit in his throat (JB) Yo, Notti, roll Blay Mix with Woo Lotti, give a fuck 'bout Kay (rippy) Roll Dummy, he funny, grrah That's a face to the face (grrah-grrah-grrah) Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah That's a face to the face Lotti had died, and they ain't do a thing (Lotti) Spin through the .8, and we ain't shootin' from deep Free Banga, you know that he tweaked Face-shot gang, where the Beniga spleef? (Spleeza) But it's always a dead nigga every week Gotta make sure it won't be-, grrah (grrah-grrah) Gotta make sure it won't be a me Yeah, it's O-block or no block Scream, "DOA," yeah, I'm dumpin' like two chops (grrah-grrah-grrah) Like, "Chase, you a bitch," that's why yo' ass got slapped with the grip On bro, stop lyin' and shit (Lotti) How many niggas gon' die on they drill? Smokin' JB, he stuck in my spliff (like, what?) Here with DD, let's take a trip We ain't these fans, we stay with a grip Like J Star, the Makk, then we dump out the whip (Ewokk) JB ass died, so I'm tappin' my shh JB ass died, so I'm tappin' my neck on the set How the fuck do you die in your 'jects? Rah-Rah, JayRip, both got me laced How the fuck do you die in the day? Spin through the opps, bitch, I'm leavin' no trace Lotti had died and they ain't do a thing Like, "Fuck it," that nigga today (grrah) I'ma just up and leave him where he lay Yo, Uddy, that's a opp? Brodie go geek, go up it and flock Can't link no bitch if I don't got knocks (grrah-grrah, boom, grrah) Can't link no bitch if I don't got knocks, grrah-grrah, boom We're talkin' 'bout opps, spin in the V Better duck when you run into me Let's smoke on them Crips, got put on a tee OY, or no Y, I ain't switchin' my team Got a deuce with a big-ass beam If you wanna die, just run into- If you wanna die just run into-, grrah If you wanna die, just run into me (dale a tu cuerpo) Grrah, smokin' all deads, nigga (alegría, Macarena) Suck my dick (que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena) Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah (dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena)
Writer(s): Antonio Romero Monge, Rafael Ruiz Perdigones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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