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Christian Nodal Girasol Lyrics English Translation

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I want you to cry!

I'm going to make you cry!

I'm going to make wa-wa-wa!

Wa-wa-wa, cry!

Today I got up joking and you have to put up with me

I don't want to joke with you, I want to joke about you

You're a joke, scumbag, every time you try to sing

Every time you try to rap, every time you try to rhyme

Poor clown who uses everyone to connect with people

You say 'Latino gang' but you step on all your people

To give messages, millet, you have to be consistent

If you're not an artist, at least be prudent

Today it tastes like shit, I have a Balvin in my teeth

For lack of empathy he has to be resilient

Are you aware of the followers you move?

Parcerito, open your eyes and see the power you have

Another bad joke is the names of your albums

Joseph, you vibrate colors with the energy of the devil

If you spoke badly of the family because you mix the business, partner?

Life is going badly for you because it is pretentious

Fifty million saw that you made fun of me

Changing places, would you like that?

We all look beautiful on magazine covers

And in the photos we chose to upload to the Insta

You took a picture of him from the press

Where I get worse, where I'm ashamed

Then you asked, you bastard, the differences between you and me

Asshole, I'm not so shit

You want to be recognized for my worst, carnal mistake

But for breaking your ass they will know about the nodal

Who gave you the right to mock the pain of others?

Surely your sack should not be very full

Do you remember the case of johnny depp?, well

If the unmentionable arms me a case, you will see that again

Don't tell me there is no evil in your black intent

If you do pure blowjob to hit a song

You have a documentary talking about mental health

Hypocritical shit prick, you can't talk about that

The culeradas you do you should meditate

See how I'm healing and I don't have to post it

Every time I approach God or have acts of kindness

What you need are real friends

Don't get your dick when you're doing wrong

Music videos are also for expression

But you express pure shit, what disgust you give me

We are in 21st century and enslaved

To women like, other people's grief is what you give

You always play with fire and never want to burn yourself

You are 37 years old and still unable to mature

Respect is something money can't buy

Do you realize that being rich doesn't matter in the end?

If your goals to be met are only material

Look at mana, and look at omar, who are also global

And his motivation is in humanity

They are distributing love, they receive it behind

Because the lyrics they sing always manage to connect

That's called being an artist, dog

That's called being an artist, dog

A good cowboy is afraid of nothing

I went down to his land to see if he gets eggs

Because if he goes to mine he would already be in the cemetery

I don't want your achichincles that are throwing me later

Decide if you are or are not reggaeton

Defend your art, don't be a liar anymore

I do this for fun

Because I love him and it's my passion

Dog, remember that I am already rich

It's not for business and ambition

I'm going to spit in your face, millet, sit down and learn

'Bottle after bottle was stuck by people

Above the weeknd with ariana grande, understand?

No promotion is occupied if the music is felt

There are people making art from January to December

You fighting with grammy's because you don't deserve them

Do you see that you are a joke and you still do not understand it?

You need to pay attention to the one who loves you, not to the one who sells

You get on when someone comes and your plane lands

While I record this piece, my skin bristles

You will never feel it, your voice only makes you laugh

And as I said before, I get on the plane

But only god decides if I'm going to fly or not

I had a full stadium in your country, in your city

Medal, fucking mother, I could never get you

Does that make you very funny? I hope it doesn't happen the same

Because as Ariel said: karma comes and goes

Everyone tries to suppress my personality

I like my tattoos, I like my flow

If to be born is to be happy, well, of course I am

My music is yours, but my life is not

I appreciate the advice, but who asked for it?

Better follow them, I have my retirement

And if I dedicate myself to this it is only for his love

Here I go for my jog, quiet, without pressure

I sing up to four hours in concert just for passion

But returning to the main theme

Joseph, you throw the stone and hide behind anxiety

And although for this society you are someone very cool

Hold on, vato, not everyone wants to be you

If I decided to paint my hair it is because an egg swelled

If you want a reference, it would be chester bennington

I am a sunflower because with healthy music

When I hear yours it makes me want to go to the bathroom

Reggaeton music is necessary in this life

It also makes me move my ass and brings me joy

But not the crap that you let go, bad vibe

Archangel, Yankee, Tego, Don are tasty examples

To finish the topic and put an end to

If you didn't learn with the resi, I hope you did with me

Hopefully it's the last time someone splits your ass

For now this cowboy gave you with the pointed boot

Compa, fuma mota

So that it makes you happy and you no longer shit stick, crazy

Good morning, good morning, josecito

Good morning, good morning, josecito

Topaste con un norteƱo, 'inche culito

It's not a nightmare, the cowboy has killed you

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