[Intro: Yeri Mua]
Yeri Mua
T-A-L-E-S
Aha
Don’t do so much anymore, Iris
Reggaeton entered the port
[Verse 1: Yeri Mua]
Weekend, I’m going to the beach
May all the jarochos fall for chatter
Take out the drink, give me a smoke
A brattifina who likes jackaleo
[Chorus: Yeri Mua & Chris Tales]
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Vineyard Mari-Mari
[Verse 2: Yeri Mua]
A fine mami who likes to generate
If you’re with me, you don’t have to spend
The envious only had to watch
How the girl had to stick
Have you heard? Brattiputy, wh*re
We control the street and the corner (Mua)
Brattiputy, wh*re
My hip dominates the jackals
Generic numbers, the hardest in Mexico
My music moves like kilos of coc*ine
Jackals and the warlike, controversial content
Jarocha in the DR, if I sound it’s because of my merit
I have those who throw them asking for a photo
Sorry for being iconic, I can feel your envy
Ride on a brattimoto
And what do we lack to be able to follow the hunt?
[Chorus: Yeri Mua & Chris Tales]
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Viña Mari-Mari, Viña Mari-Mari
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Viña Mari-Mari, Viña Mari-Mari
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Viña Mari-Mari, Viña Mari-Mari
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Viña Mari-Mari, Viña Mari-Mari
[Verse 3: Chris Tales]
At the party, it got going
He told me to fall with my float
He wanted me to sing so I could get him wet
Because I know my voice can soak his ass (Mua)
Come here, kitty, come here
You got hit because you felt the stake
I carry the .47 in my bag in case anyone wants war
I’ve got them in my sights From here
In Vera, the track scene was formed
Whoever can’t stand the crazy Peri will recover
If I buy a Panamera, the little jackal it generates
I have several that throw at me, and none surpasses me
The cry of the singles
How nice the way she moves her hips
The new religion, the new era
Of course I carry my flag
And what does she say? How does it sound? Jarochos, egg
[Chorus: Yeri Mua & Chris Tales]
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari, Viña Mari
Mari-Mari Vineyard, Mari-Mari Vineyard
[Outro]
Yeri Mua
The one who brings the jackals from behind
T-A-L-E-S
The prophecy of hits
Isaiah, the prophet
The jarocha prophecy, daddy
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