Peso Pluma Delivery Lyrics English Translation

The song "Delivery" by Peso Pluma featuring Aleman tells the story of the criminal underworld involved in drug trafficking from Mexico to the United States. The lyrics describe the determination and resilience of those involved in this dangerous business, highlighting the risks they take and the rewards they seek. The song also touches on the

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The song "Delivery" by Peso Pluma featuring Aleman tells the story of the criminal underworld involved in drug trafficking from Mexico to the United States. The lyrics describe the determination and resilience of those involved in this dangerous business, highlighting the risks they take and the rewards they seek. The song also touches on the lavish lifestyle that comes with success in this illicit trade. Despite the illegal nature of their activities, the artists portray a sense of pride and defiance in their lyrics.

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Many criminals, everything is colluded

Sending the kilos to the United States

Nobody here gives up

What I ask for always arrives on time

Many criminals, everything is colluded

Sending the kilos to the United States

Nobody here gives up

In some way, what I ask for arrives

I always wear a ski-mask on my face

Because the bullets from the guns that they shoot are tough

And I always wear a Yankees cap

For being in the hood, well, you know, I'm not gullible

And the cake, ten slices a month

So they know once and for all, in the bag pastel pink

I'm slicing the cheese, well, in Culiacán you see me at one hundred

And to the smoke I go also, in private jets with fine Barbies

The 4-wheel trucks, the team worth a million

The crew always so Fendi with the girls so Dior

Some Sabritas for hunger and a toast for the hustle

It's the armor that beats, the double P in the tattoo

Cocaine to inhale, and a joint to relax

The police already knows it, I patrol in two or three cities

Black my activities

I report and there's no news

Many criminals, everything is colluded

Sending the kilos to the United States

Nobody here gives up

What I ask for always arrives on time

Many criminals, everything is colluded

Sending the kilos to the United States

Nobody here gives up

In some way, what I ask for arrives

No matter how much they want to stop this, it doesn't end

The product arrives and they drool

Pure original, the one that works

It's the one that the white boys like in America

Besides being proud, I'm bold

The shipments continue, more stacks keep coming

This merchandise is from another galaxy, Chewbacca

This guy doesn't back down from anyone, I swear he outshines you

And this business, if I don't do it, someone else will do it

And after that bastard, another and another and another and another

And we're outside of everything, we're badass

We're not the Church, but we have devotees

And it goes in ships, in planes or cars

And if I have to be the mule, I tie my balls

And if we succeed, then we celebrate it expensively

We flew twenty-five whores straight to Cabo

Many criminals, everything is colluded

Sending the kilos to the United States

Nobody here gives up

I always get what I ask for on time

Many criminals, everything is colluded

Sending the kilos to the United States

Nobody here gives up

Somehow what I ask for arrives

German, the double P

Uh-huh, where they see me

I'm the king, the passenger

Yes, in the Challenger, and then a fuckin' Charger

Packages coming from Culichi, unforgettable

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