Turreo Sessions #723 Lyrics in English Callejero Fino , DJ Tao

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DJ Tao

Intro

What happened, are you scared?

Drop the sound that the hood likes

Verse 1

Colombian babe, what I like is that thug face of yours

Welcome to Argentina, the land of Maradona

Of fernet, of asado, fashion maker

The mate, the folklore, whether they fight or run

Come on, cousin, that it's now

Hello, what's up? Good day

I am fancy fine, I just got back from the tour

I was doing two hundred, speeding in the little Gol down the avenue

With a face like 'what are you staring at'

Or in case you didn't know, I know that they picture it

Dance now

Chorus 1

She isn't horny, no, she's crazy horny

She was wicked and now she's super devilish

My favorite food is delicious

I'm singing explicit lyrics in her ear

Verse 2

For the hitwomen, what I give is pounding

Fools with fools and devils with she-devils

Whoever crosses in the middle, I rip his leg off

My homies dance cumbia with their brains in samba

I added a new day to the week so that they don't cut the vibe

I spray perfume, I match my outfit so that they see how I'm rolling

Don't cut my vibe

She asks me for ransom and I give it to her

Tonight to the Tropi

Call your friend so that she hops on the bus

Verse 2

She smokes with a zombie face

And if they ask why

It's because she has some flowers

She tears up the floor

Her hips break you in half

Chorus 2

She isn't horny, no, she's crazy horny

She was wicked and now she's super devilish

My favorite food is delicious

I'm singing explicit lyrics in her ear

Verse 3

I have outfits in all colors

I have perfume with rich scents

I cook for her with many flavors

We drop another track, dude, nderakore

If I call, they all report with the portable

I love business

For that I am agile, the anti-fool

Verse 3

I stay alert and in the street I'm skilled, versatile

If they look for war with us, the shots are all free

They'll hear shots from the back to the mast, that's how it is

I am a mix of Los Pibes Chorros and Damas Gratis

I am calm

Outro

That in the Turreo Sessions a real thug was missing

This is Argentina

DJ Tao

What happened, are you scared?

They are keyboard crooks

7-2-3

And let that be clear, full-on since we were minors

And obey

For the hood girls kisses and for the suckers bursts of shots, b*tch

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SONG MEANING

Callejero Fino and DJ Tao invite us to a non-stop Argentinian block party where swagger, street codes, and national pride collide. The lyrics paint a neon-lit picture of Buenos Aires nightlife: racing down the avenue at 200 km/h, stepping into the club smelling fresh and color-coordinated, and greeting a tough-looking Colombian girl with a wink. Between name-drops of Maradona, fernet, mate, and asado, the song shouts out everything that makes Argentina feel larger than life while blending cumbia, reggaetón, and rap into a single "turreo" groove.

Beneath the party vibe lies a message of loyalty and territory. Callejero Fino sticks with his crew, protects his turf, and warns online "maleantes del teclado"—keyboard gangsters—to stay in their lane. Friends dance carefree, enemies get “rafagazo,” and the music never stops thanks to an extra day he adds to the week just to keep the rhythm rolling. "Turreo Sessions #723" is a loud, cheeky declaration: this is Argentina, real turrxs only—so jump on the bus, light up your flower, and let the caderas break the dance floor.

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