50 Mentadas (part. Christian Nodal)
No nos entendimos, se acabó y ni modo
Cada quien su rumbo, ahí que muera todo
Y no te preocupes por dejarme solo
A eso de la depre ya le agarré el modo
Un suspiro al viento y un tequila doble
Una buena vieja, no le hace que cobre
50 mentadas, 100 para que sobren
Pero ahora se quiebra más primero un roble
Te sentías ahogada, querías libertades
Me echabas en cara las desigualdades
Desde que me acuerdo, siempre han sido iguales
Mi genio y carácter, cultura y modales
Ahora no me aguantas, ′tas hasta la madre
No se te hace, mija, que es un poco tarde
Así me aceptaste y hoy quieres que cambie
O aguantas la vara o a Chihuahua al baile
Un suspiro al viento y un tequila doble
Una buena vieja no le hace que cobre
50 mentadas, 100 para que sobren
Pero ahora se quiebra más primero un roble
Te sentías ahogada, querías libertades
Me echabas en cara las desigualdades
Desde que me acuerdo, siempre han sido iguales
Mi genio y carácter, cultura y modales
Ahora no me aguantas, 'tas hasta la madre
No se te hace, mija, que es un poco tarde
Así me aceptaste y hoy quieres que cambie
O aguantas la vara o a Chihuahua al baile
50 Insults (feat. Christian Nodal)
We didn't understand each other, it's over and that's it
Each one on their own path, let everything die
And don't worry about leaving me alone
I've already figured out how to deal with depression
A sigh to the wind and a double tequila
A good woman, it doesn't matter if she charges
50 insults, 100 just to have some left
But now it breaks more, first an oak
You felt suffocated, you wanted freedoms
You threw inequalities in my face
As far as I can remember, they've always been the same
My temper and character, culture and manners
Now you can't stand me, you've had enough
Don't you think, dear, that it's a bit late
That's how you accepted me and now you want me to change
Either you put up with it or go dance in Chihuahua
A sigh to the wind and a double tequila
A good woman, it doesn't matter if she charges
50 insults, 100 just to have some left
But now it breaks more, first an oak
You felt suffocated, you wanted freedoms
You threw inequalities in my face
As far as I can remember, they've always been the same
My temper and character, culture and manners
Now you can't stand me, you've had enough
Don't you think, dear, that it's a bit late
That's how you accepted me and now you want me to change
Either you put up with it or go dance in Chihuahua
Escrita por: Mario "El Cachorro" Delgado