Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Polen , by - CráneoRelease date: 17.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Polen(original) |
| Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis |
| Miro de reojo sus Levi’s |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty |
| Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis |
| Miro de reojo sus Levi’s |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el— |
| Mientras mi colega se hace un polen, pienso: |
| «Llevo to' este tiempo con los mismos pantalones» |
| Hice una lista con sus muchas decepciones |
| Con trucos a las pruebas que ella misma me pone |
| Combino los colores pa' que esto te mole |
| Para que me lleves en tus cascos cuando vas al cole |
| Mis colegas eran frikis, no los abusones |
| Y ahora tipo listo entre depredadores |
| Cuando follamos en el barrio nacen flores |
| Cuando conduzco te lanzo caparazones |
| No puedes convencerme si no tienes razones (Qué va) |
| Si te haces el muerto puede que te devore |
| Tú buscabas un culpable, pero esto no es el Cluedo |
| Escupo el chicle y lo pateo sin que toque el suelo |
| Con mi sello de plata y un abrigo de pelo |
| Si te metes con los míos, nos batimos en duelo |
| Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis |
| Miro de reojo sus Levi’s |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty |
| Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis |
| Miro de reojo sus Levi’s |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el— |
| La invito a mi nave, pero solo un rato |
| Porque ya no me ato ni los zapatos |
| No me preocupo si parto un plato |
| Ahora respiro solo, como mi gato |
| Me ven diferente a los demás |
| Piso cucarachas, como en Men In Black, oye |
| Quiero salir, pero vuelvo a entrar |
| No quiero que me vengan a salvar (Oye, oye) |
| Si quedas con otros, por mí genial |
| Lady, yo no he venido a pelear |
| Escucho Jamaica, escucho Trap |
| Invento galaxias desde el sofá |
| Me miran tus panas con cara rara |
| Porque en las pupilas llevo dos mándalas |
| Estoy trabajando en mis nuevas alas |
| Pa' salir volando por esa ventana |
| Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis (Yes) |
| Miro de reojo sus Levi’s |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el booty (Booty!) |
| Friego mis platos, grabo mis pelis |
| Miro de reojo sus Levi’s |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| Con mi ritmo toda' mueven el (Booty!) |
| Gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami |
| Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami |
| Gimme that, oh yes, gi—, gimme that, mami |
| Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mami |
| (translation) |
| I wash my dishes, I record my movies |
| I glance at his Levi's |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| With my rhythm they all move the booty |
| I wash my dishes, I record my movies |
| I glance at his Levi's |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| With my rhythm they all move the— |
| While my colleague is doing a pollen, I think: |
| "I've been wearing the same pants all this time" |
| I made a list of your many disappointments |
| With tricks to the tests that she puts on me |
| I combine the colors so that this is cool for you |
| So that you take me in your helmets when you go to school |
| My colleagues were geeks, not bullies |
| And now smart guy among predators |
| When we fuck in the neighborhood flowers are born |
| When I drive I throw shells at you |
| You can't convince me if you don't have reasons (No way) |
| If you play dead, it may devour you |
| You were looking for a culprit, but this is not Cluedo |
| I spit out the gum and kick it without it touching the ground |
| With my silver seal and a fur coat |
| If you mess with mine, we duel |
| I wash my dishes, I record my movies |
| I glance at his Levi's |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| With my rhythm they all move the booty |
| I wash my dishes, I record my movies |
| I glance at his Levi's |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| With my rhythm they all move the— |
| I invite her to my ship, but only for a while |
| Because I don't even tie my shoes anymore |
| I don't care if I break a plate |
| Now I breathe alone, like my cat |
| They see me different from others |
| I floor cockroaches, like in Men In Black, hey |
| I want to go out, but I go back in |
| I don't want them to come save me (Hey, hey) |
| If you hang out with others, great for me |
| Lady, I have not come to fight |
| I listen to Jamaica, I listen to Trap |
| I invent galaxies from the sofa |
| Your friends look at me with a strange face |
| Because in my pupils I have two mandalas |
| I'm working on my new wings |
| To fly out of that window |
| I wash my dishes, I record my movies (Yes) |
| I glance at his Levi's |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| With my rhythm they all move the booty (Booty!) |
| I wash my dishes, I record my movies |
| I glance at his Levi's |
| Sloth Brite, Rasta Baggy |
| With my rhythm they all move the (Booty!) |
| Gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy |
| Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy |
| Gimme that, oh yes, gi—, gimme that, mommy |
| Gi—gimme that, gi—, gimme that, mommy |