Me canse de rogarle

ay I'm tired of begging her (oh yeah)
ay I'm tired of telling her (uh-huh oh)
ay I'm tired of begging her (oh yeah)
ay I'm tired of telling her (uh-huh oh)

I got tired of begging her, I got tired of telling her
that without her I die of sorrow
but since I ran out of money
if her lips parted, it was to tell me 'I don't love you anymore'
true love only in your dreams
I felt that my life was lost in an abyss
deep and black like my luck
trying to stop you would be easy
if there was a big check in my wallet
I wanted to find forgetfulness in Jalisco style
but I turned out to be tougher than the damn kid
I don't know if I explain myself when the money runs out
women fly away like little birds

ay I'm tired of begging her (oh yeah)
ay I'm tired of telling her (she asks, asks, and asks)
ay I'm tired of begging her (uh-huh oh)
ay I'm tired of telling her (she asks, asks, and asks)

I got tired of begging her with tears in my eyes
I raised my beer and toasted to her, the opportunist
because someone else wants her buried many meters underground
without a damn coin, that girl won't be able to reject me
it was the last toast of a rapper for a bitch
the saddest thing of all is that it wasn't worth it
from now on, pure blood runs through my veins
the MCs fell from my hand without strength
my weed fell without me realizing (hey, bring me the bill)
she wanted to stay when she saw my wallet
but it was already written that the bitch had to go

ay I'm tired of begging her (oh yeah)
ay I'm tired of telling her (she asks, asks, and asks)
ay I'm tired of begging her (uh-huh oh)
ay I'm tired of telling her (she asks, asks, and asks)