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Just Want To Meter Mi Gol

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Just Want To Meter Mi Gol

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Taquetin taqueton el equipo campion
Las porristas traen rosita pom pon

Lleno total de la banda que rifa
Es mas, hasta esta el jefe de la fifa

Aqui en coloso la cancha y a lo ancho
The feeling in the air it's like san pancho

Y de un vestido da un extraño olor a caca
Sale adelante la mascota es una vaca

Tocando el pito arranca el partido
El nunca comprado, el siempre a mentido

Not to make a goal in your hole

Just want to meter mi gool

Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool

No la hagan de dos en el azteca
Meter una gol que sea de chonteca

Me tiene cansado, arbitro vendido
Tocando alvedreses todo el partido

De uno en uno, de dos en dos
Metidos al centro, peleando el balon

Que es lo que marcaste, arbitro marica
Es hijo de juanga y americanista

Just want to meter mi gol
Just want to meter mi gol
Just want to meter mi gol
Just want to meter mi goool

Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool

Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool
Just want to meter mi gool

Taquetin taqueton the champion team
The cheerleaders wear pink pom poms

Full house of the band that raffles
In fact, even the head of FIFA is there

Here in the colossus the field and across the field
The feeling in the air is like San Pancho

And a dress gives off a strange smell of poop
The mascot is a cow coming forward

Blowing the whistle the game starts
The one who has never bought, he has always lied

Not to make a goal in your hole

Just want to score my goal

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

Don't make it two in the Azteca
Score a goal that is from Chonteca

I'm tired, referee sold
Touching Alvedreses all the party

One by one, two by two
Put in the center, fighting for the ball

What did you score, faggot referee?
He is the son of Juanga and an Americanist

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal
Just want to score my goal

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