Feliz Navidad 3 Lyrics English Translation by Arcángel
Merry Christmas, you bunch of bastards! Hahaha
Ah, ah, ahem, ahem
Winter has arrived (Hahaha)
Once again
Again, for the third time, for those who turned away
For those who learned from me, then betrayed me
They got stuck, as I live better than you
Merry Christmas to all of you
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle, motherfucker
Once again, Papi Arca giving you what you deserve
Many fronted and ended up with a broken mouth
You won’t get far if you don’t give up the cocaine vice
I sense sickness; to me, they’re smelling slow
Pawnin’ their belongings at the pawnshop
While I have the necessary hustle
With which I live and sustain myself daily
Yup, don’t brag to me about being a hitman
Because they don’t even want you in your fuckin’ neighborhood (Wow)
It feels badass to wake up with a view of the pool
And have the big machine parked in the driveway (Hahaha)
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas
For those who fronted with balls
You tell me if you want to die, bastards
Since this Christmas, we’re killing pigs (Wuh), damn
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (And what happened?)
For those who fronted with balls (Hahaha)
Without trying too hard, I make money with ease
I am the evil elf of fucking Christmas (Hehehehe)
Okay, okay, we continue, who else is on the list?
As far as I remember, Luian, for the track
(“Wait a moment, let me see who”)
My buddy, that lying thug
No one believes you anymore, adjust your movie
If I were you, I’d add a bit of shine to it
I don’t rely on anyone, but I also have a crew (To one)
And they are powerful, armed, and dangerous
We give music to your face with the cash in hand
Thanks to my talent, I enjoy what I want
If I were born blind, I’d still count money without fail
And I’d arrange it neatly
With the face looking up, really nice (Wuh)
It’s easy for you to talk about what you don’t have
Paper holds everything, everything that suits you
I keep going twenty by twenty, a hundred by a hundred
With the rubber band in the middle so the count goes well, yes
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas
For those who fronted with balls
You tell me if you want to die, bastards
Since this Christmas, we’re killing pigs (Wuh), damn
Dibiri-dab-dab, Merry Christmas (And what happened?)
For those who fronted with balls
Without trying too hard, I make money with ease
I am the evil elf of fucking Christmas
It’s been twenty-five, and I’m still spinning like crazy
I’m turning everything I touch into gold
Song by song, I break the track
And even without rehearsing, I stand out more than you, ah
My bad that you’re not up to date
That you don’t have a party, if you don’t sound, there are no royalties
Okay, I accept it, that their failure is my fault
That’s what happens when you mess with the owner of the street
Mamma mia! What a delightful hustle
No matter how much you front, you know the kid delivers
Illiterates, before inventing with the doctor
First, they have to graduate from the top
We sit near the pilot and the cockpit
You guys usually sit behind the curtain (Oh, my God)
I even thought you were the chef (Correct)
When I saw you sitting next to the kitchen, alright (Damn)
Yup
Arcángel, pa
Austin “La Maravish”
La, La Marash
Alright
Tell me, Luian
Musicólogo and Menes
Flow Factory
Merry Christmas, you suckers
Damn
Papi, listen to what I’m going to tell you; this is simple (Super)
Don’t boast to me about miles, or trips (No), or anything like that
Now is when you guys are seeing the sunlight, okay?
Capisce?
Little producers (Hahaha)
Now is when you guys are getting work
Now is when you guys are makin—
I mean, making money, no (No, not that), that’s big (Ey)
You guys are just starting out (That’s how it is)
Take it easy
Turn down the radio volume a bit (Yes)
The music is too loud for you guys (Lower it)
Damn
Arcángel, pa
Papi Arca
Mr. Cash and Carry
I’m not going to keep fighting (Nah)
Really
BF
I don’t care if a robot answers me in the back (Woah)
I care that you guys answer me
I’m going to leave mine here for you to kill a bit, damn
Papi Arca, Mr. Cash and Carry
Merry Christmas, you ass-kissers
Damn, damn-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Damn, damn, ta, ta, fulete
Damn
Grenade with delay
Yup, that’s it
Papi (Ey), so you know
Those singers who have never been able to find themselves (Hahaha)
787-257-8393 (Yup), the number is still the same
Flow Factory
The company is not going bankrupt, buddy
Like many
Every year we get stronger, tougher, damn