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Let Her Shine

Natanael Cano

Dejala Brillar

Que no la dejan brillar
Que se va
En mi cama a despertar

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Déjala salir
Que se olvide del novio aquel
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
La pongo a sudar
(Y a la Luna va a llegar)

Mini bag JACQUEMUS, diablo, qué bonita
Hablé con estrellas pa' tenerla ahorita
Le-le-le doy lo que traiga, no se me limita
Le damo' hasta abajo, no se la complica

Y yo que tengo casa sola
Y mañana vuelo pa' Barcelona
Te mando la ubi' pa' que llegues sola
Pa' que no se enteren, Dios guarde la hora, yeah

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Déjala salir
Que se olvide del novio aquel
Eh-eh, eh-eh
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(La pongo a sudar)
(Y a la Luna va a llegar)

Déjala brillar, que se ponga mal
Eres mía, no más, dale, fuma, ma'
Nadie va a juzgar, mami, recio nos vamo' (vamo')
Tú me dices si lo prendo o lo apago

Deja de llamar, no va a contestar
¿Estás o no estás? Yo no vo'a jugar
Dos o tres atrás, los polis atrás
Los fedes atrás, yo te rompo atrás, ah

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Déjala salir
Que se olvide del novio aquel
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
La pongo a sudar
(Y a la Luna va a llegar)

Déjala salir, déjala brillar
Ella solita se tira a matar
Me dice que no me vaya
Que su camita a mí me extraña, ey

Gastando con la tarjeta de metal
En Ibiza me conocen, me dicen El Animal
Que contigo, ella no quiere estar
Y si te aferras, te van a llegar

En la Glock, calacas, los presidentes
La blindada, el humo, los fuletes
Ponte tonto y te la vacío en caliente
Ella es mi puta y yo su delincuente

En el Rolex marca la hora perfecta
Mi gatita de Temu no está en venta
Fajadita la conse' de treinta
Tiro arriba para el que se acerca, yeah

Con Los Demons, todos finos
Y vamos a pasarla bien
Con Los Demons, todos finos
Los Diablos, y no de Llorens

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Déjala salir
Que se olvide del novio aquel
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
La pongo a sudar
(Y a la Luna va a llegar)

Let Her Shine

They won't let her shine
She's leaving
Waking up in my bed

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out
So she forgets that boyfriend
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I make her sweat
(And she'll reach the Moon)

Mini bag JACQUEMUS, damn, she's so fine
I talked to the stars to have her right now
I-I-I give her whatever she wants, she ain't limited
We go all out, we don't complicate it

And I got the house to myself
And tomorrow I'm flying to Barcelona
I'll send you the location so you can come alone
So no one finds out, God save the hour, yeah

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out
So she forgets that boyfriend
Eh-eh, eh-eh
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
(I make her sweat)
(And she'll reach the Moon)

Let her shine, let her get wild
You're mine, no one else, come on, smoke, babe
No one's gonna judge, girl, we go hard (let's go)
You tell me if I light it up or put it out

Stop calling, she won't answer
Are you in or out? I'm not playing
Two or three behind, the cops behind
The feds behind, I’ll break you from behind, ah

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out
So she forgets that boyfriend
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I make her sweat
(And she'll reach the Moon)

Let her out, let her shine
She throws herself into the game
She tells me not to leave
That her little bed misses me, hey

Spending with the metal card
In Ibiza they know me, they call me The Animal
She doesn't want to be with you
And if you cling on, they'll come for you

With the Glock, skeletons, the presidents
The armored car, the smoke, the flashy rides
Act dumb and I'll empty it on you hot
She's my bitch and I'm her criminal

On the Rolex, it marks the perfect time
My little cat from Temu isn't for sale
Tight in that thirty
I shoot up for anyone who gets close, yeah

With The Demons, all classy
And we're gonna have a good time
With The Demons, all classy
The Devils, and not from Llorens

Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let her out
So she forgets that boyfriend
Eh-eh, eh-eh
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I make her sweat
(And she'll reach the Moon)

Escrita por: Christian Palacios / Natanael Cano / Dirrty