Dejala Brillar

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)