Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PNL, artist - Aleman.
Date of issue: 19.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
PNL(original) |
Siempre me sigue el olor de mota pa' donde voy |
Yo me la paso mejor cuando tengo prendido to' el día ese blunt (Wuh, wuh) |
Si tengo tu culo encima de mí, mami, tú sabes qué show |
Me pide que role |
Pero llevamo' más de veinte gallos, ya nada me sale |
Mejor nos damos un buen levantón, nos vamos pa' la calle |
Ahora si ya ando puesto demás (Sí) |
Vámonos de viaje, ¿cuándo te vas? |
Hasta que te vengas, claro no hay más |
Le digo: «Ya chole» |
«Casi de todo te olvidas y luego dices que ni pone» |
Pero lo que no se le olvida nunca e' que yo me la truene |
Vamo' volando hasta La Paz (Wuh) |
Prende el soplete, pásame el wax (Ey) |
Dame la snow y dale gas (Yah) |
Enciendo otro toque, despierto temprano |
Gallo en la mano (Nah), ando volando bien marihuano (Yeh, yeh) |
Yo no la vendo, solo la fumo (Yah) |
Fumo de diario hasta el desmayo |
Mota sin cocos, mota sin tallos (Tallos) |
Que hasta parece de dispensario |
En el estudio, yeah, estamos fumando miel (Miel) |
Estamos haciendo canciones (-ciones) |
Igual que día de ayer (Ayer) |
Comiendo bien (Bien), fumando bien (Bien) |
Quiero el de a mil, también el de cien |
Ando bien high, yeah |
Mis ojos del tono que sigue de red |
Allá afuera llueven balas, pero yo tranquilo |
Fumando ganjah me relajo, pero nunca olvido |
Que si te duermes te devoran, papi, siempre al tiro |
Puta', negocio y loquera, parece un corrido |
Allá afuera llueven balas, pero yo tranquilo |
Fumando ganjah me relajo, pero nunca olvido |
Que si te duermes te devoran, papi, siempre al tiro |
Puta', negocio y loquera, parece un corrido |
Woh-oh, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh |
Woh-oh |
Ando en busca de un relax |
Algo pa' quitarme ya el estrés |
Un cigarrito de la santa crema |
Cierro los ojos y al sky me eleva (Yeh) |
Ahora no quiero aterrizar (No) |
Se ve que te gusta volar también |
Te ves bonita, pero acelerada (¡Jaja!) |
Hennessy al hilo sin hacerle caras |
'Tamos en una gangsta party (Yeh-yeah) |
Fumando como un rastafari (Fu, fu) |
Un cigarro color midori (Green) |
Que te hacer mover el body, yeah, yeah (Yeh) |
Pa' solventar mi crisis (¿Cómo, cómo?) |
Flores y pussies, dos escorpiones piscis |
Take it easy (Ajá), me digo: «Take it easy» (Ajá) |
Haz lo que sabes y ya, no es tan difícil (Prr) |
Barbies drogadas bailan de madrugada (Ah) |
Ojos vidriosos, lentes de Prada |
Pastillas combinadas y siguen como si nada (¿Qué?) |
Una viene a mí sin bragas (SÍ), dice todo con su mirada (Jaja) |
Toda la vida para pecar, toda la vida para picar (Sí) |
Un sueño grande que fabricar, como en una movie de Pixar (Jaja) |
Eh, hedonista desde la cuna |
Ah, para esta cura no hay vacuna |
Allá afuera llueven balas, pero yo tranquilo |
Fumando ganjah me relajo, pero nunca olvido |
Que si te duermes te devoran, papi, siempre al tiro |
Puta', negocio y loquera, parece un corrido |
Allá afuera llueven balas, pero yo tranquilo |
Fumando ganjah me relajo, pero nunca olvido |
Que si te duermes te devoran, papi, siempre al tiro |
Puta', negocio y loquera, parece un corrido |
(translation) |
The smell of weed always follows me wherever I go |
I have a better time when I have that blunt on all day (Wuh, wuh) |
If I have your ass on me, mommy, you know what show |
He asks me to role |
But we've had more than twenty roosters, nothing comes out of me anymore |
Better we give ourselves a good lift, we go to the street |
Now if I'm wearing too much (Yes) |
Let's go on a trip, when are you leaving? |
Until you come, of course there is no more |
I tell him: «Ya chole» |
«Almost everything you forget and then you say that it doesn't even work» |
But what she never forgets is that I thunder her |
Let's go flying to La Paz (Wuh) |
Turn on the torch, pass me the wax (Hey) |
Give me the snow and give it gas (Yah) |
I turn on another touch, wake up early |
Cock in hand (Nah), I'm flying well with marijuana (Yeh, yeh) |
I don't sell it, I just smoke it (Yah) |
I smoke daily until fainting |
Pot without coconuts, pot without stems (Stems) |
That even looks like a dispensary |
In the studio, yeah, we're smoking honey (Honey) |
We're making songs (-tions) |
Same as yesterday (Yesterday) |
Eating good (Good), smoking good (Good) |
I want the one from a thousand, also the one from a hundred |
I'm good high, yeah |
My eyes of the tone that follows red |
It's raining bullets out there, but I'm calm |
Smoking ganjah I relax, but I never forget |
That if you fall asleep they devour you, daddy, always to the shot |
Puta', business and loquera, it seems like a corrido |
It's raining bullets out there, but I'm calm |
Smoking ganjah I relax, but I never forget |
That if you fall asleep they devour you, daddy, always to the shot |
Puta', business and loquera, it seems like a corrido |
Woh-oh, yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh |
Woh-oh |
I'm looking for a relax |
Something to take away my stress |
A little cigar of the holy cream |
I close my eyes and the sky lifts me (Yeh) |
Now I don't want to land (No) |
It looks like you like to fly too |
You look pretty, but accelerated (Haha!) |
Hennessy straight without making faces |
'We were in a gangsta party (Yeh-yeah) |
Smoking like a Rastafarian (Fu, fu) |
A midori colored cigar (Green) |
What makes you move your body, yeah, yeah (Yeh) |
To solve my crisis (How, how?) |
Flowers and pussies, two pisces scorpions |
Take it easy (Aha), I say to myself: "Take it easy" (Aha) |
Do what you know and that's it, it's not that difficult (Prr) |
Drugged Barbies dance at dawn (Ah) |
Glassy eyes, Prada glasses |
Combined pills and they continue as if nothing (What?) |
One comes to me without panties (YES), she says everything with her look (Haha) |
All life to sin, all life to sting (Yeah) |
A big dream to make, like in a Pixar movie (Haha) |
Hey, hedonist since the cradle |
Ah, for this cure there is no vaccine |
It's raining bullets out there, but I'm calm |
Smoking ganjah I relax, but I never forget |
That if you fall asleep they devour you, daddy, always to the shot |
Puta', business and loquera, it seems like a corrido |
It's raining bullets out there, but I'm calm |
Smoking ganjah I relax, but I never forget |
That if you fall asleep they devour you, daddy, always to the shot |
Puta', business and loquera, it seems like a corrido |