Con Mis Flores De Papel lyrics by 250 Centavos. Estaba yo sentado Fumándome un churrito Y vino el wachu wachu Y me enseñó ese arte El de hacer rosas de papel...
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Estaba yo sentado
Fumándome un churrito
Y vino el wachu wachu
Y me enseñó ese arte
El de hacer rosas de papel
Rosas de papel
Las hago y las quemo
Rosas de papel
Aguante san telmo
Salgo y voy a la calle
Me paro en un bar
Veo a una mina en la barra
Y le doy un cable usb
Y me voy corriendo
Rosas de papel
Las hago y las quemo
Rosas de papel
Aguante san telmo
Salí y me pegué contra un poste
Vino un cana
Y me metió preso por indigente
Me la re ponen en la cárcel
Pero igual...
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