Prompt / Lyrics
Soy michoacano hasta el tope Y me gusta la loquera La mota y el polvo blanco Y tambien la borrachera Traigo dinero de sobra Pa' amanecerme en la peda Soy gallo de mucho gusto Cuando agarro la parranda Rodeado de hembras bonitas Y mis cuates de la banda Como todo michoacano No cualquier ruido me espanta Ya me dicen el motero Yo pienso que es por envidia Otros me dicen coquero Porque vendo de la fina Kilos onzas y gramitos Como la raza lo pida Yo tengo mis prensadores Que a cualquier hora trabajan Con una bolsa de coca No sienten las desveladas Haciendo cuadros de mota Periqueando se la pasan Detras del miedo hay dinero Ahijado tu bien lo sabes En este bisne andan curas Y ya se han visto cardenales Los jefes son gallos finos Con espolones puntales Ya me despido de todos Mis amigos traficantes Ya saben que traigo mota Y polvo para invitarles Si quieren comprar ahi traigo Cuando gusten ya lo saben I’m Michoacán to the bone, Yeah, that wild life’s my zone, I like the smoke and the snow-white shine, And getting drunk ‘til the morning light. Got money stacked, more than enough, To party hard ‘til the sun comes up, I’m a proud rooster when I hit the scene, Once the night turns loud and obscene. Surrounded by pretty ladies in line, And all my homies, the brothers of mine, Like any Michoacano, that’s a fact, Not every little noise makes me crack. They call me “the biker,” that’s what they say, I think it’s envy just in the way, Others call me “the coke man,” no lie, ‘Cause I sell that fine, top-shelf high. Kilos, ounces, grams on demand, However the people want it in hand, I’ve got my pressers working the grind, Any hour, any day, rain or shine. With a bag of coke, they don’t feel sleep, Pulling all-nighters, running deep, Pressing up weed, cutting it clean, Living wired off caffeine and green. Where fear lives, money waits inside, You know it well, kid, no need to hide, In this business you’ll find priests too, Even cardinals passing through. The bosses are roosters, sharp and refined, With steel-tipped spurs and a killer shine, Now I say goodbye to my trafficking friends, You already know how this message ends. I’ve got weed on me, And powder to share, If you wanna buy, Just say when, I’m there.
Tags
Norteño corrido 3/4
Duration
3:49
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026