Dejala Brillar Lyrics (English Translation) – Natanael Cano

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[Intro]
They won’t let her shine
She’s going to wake up in my bed

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out, let her forget about that boyfriend
Eh-eh-eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I make her sweat (And she’ll reach the moon)

[Verse 1]
JACQUEMUS mini bag, devil, how pretty
I talked to stars to have her right now
I give her whatever I have, I don’t limit myself
We give it to her all the way, she doesn’t complicate things
And I have a house all by myself
And tomorrow I’m flying to Barcelona
I’ll send you the location so you can arrive alone
So they don’t find out, God save the time, yeah

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out, let her forget about her boyfriend that one
Eh-eh-eh-eh
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(I make her sweat)
(And she’ll reach the moon)

[Verse 2]
Let her shine, let her get sick
You’re just mine, go on, smoke, ma
No one’s going to judge, mami, we’re going fast (Let’s go)

You tell me if I turn it on or off
Stop calling, she won’t answer
Are you there or not? I’m not going to play
Two or three in the back, the cops in the back
The Feds in the back, I’ll break you in the back, ah

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out, let her forget about that boyfriend
Eh-eh-eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I make her sweat (And she’ll reach the moon)

[Verse 3]
Let her out, let her shine, she’ll throw herself at it all by herself
She tells me not to leave, that her little bed misses me, hey
Spending with the metal card, they know me in Ibiza, they call me “The Animal”
She doesn’t want this with you, and if you hold on, they’ll get to you
In the Glock skulls, the presidents, the armored car, the smoke, the rifles
Play dumb and I’ll empty it while it’s hot, she’s my wh*re and I’m her criminal
The Rolex marks the time Perfect, my Temu kitty isn’t for sal
et the thirty-dollar sale wrapped up, I’ll throw it up for whoever’s coming, yeah
With the devils, all fine, and we’re going to have a good time
With the devils, all fine, the devils and not from Llorens

[Chorus]
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out, let her forget about that boyfriend
Eh-eh-eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I’ll make her sweat (And she’ll reach the moon)