More songs by UZUM3
Description
Producer: Illusion
Lyrics and translation
Original
I just can't drive. It's an illusion.
Ayy! Uh.
Koydan koy, rap'im sanki akıl sızı değil.
Bocam azalırken hep para makinesi. Öz- özgüveni yok, kıskançlığım belli.
Arkandan konuşan önünden yesin. Benim için acı çek, bok gibi date nasıl geçecek?
Kocaman göğüs, mini etek. Narko değilim ama çocuğu ettim paket.
Sacı da bol haset, benim cepler dolu swag. Kavuşma yeri çok değişik bir şebe.
Gözüme baksan ce sikimle mi harbi? Geldim, sıkıldım, bok gibiydi parti.
Engeli bastığında yazıyordu typing. Ew, bitch get out my way!
Yeah, hiç bozamam keyif.
Ew, bitch get out my way. Yeah, hiç bozamam keyfimi.
Ya bu nasıl bir şey? Üstünde kalmış etiket. Gittiğin yerden ben dönüyorum yedinci kez.
Ah, lütfen beni seç, lütfen beni sev. Aydınlandığını sanıyo', psikozla keş.
Type- typem ucube, aramamı sun me. Seni rezil etmeye devam, sen bana dur de.
İlgiye kabul et. Kafamdaki bu sesler susmayacak gibi. Vıdı vıdı, bi' dur be!
Tavanının altında, yani vasat. Sağlığın bende ağzında, kötü bir tat.
Yetişmeye çalışırken düştün bir tap.
Koydan koy, rap'im sanki akıl sızı değil.
Bocam azalırken hep para makinesi. Öz- özgüveni yok, kıskançlığım belli.
Arkandan konuşan önünden yesin.
English translation
I just can't drive. It's an illusion.
Oops! Uh.
Put it aside, my rap doesn't seem like a mindless one.
While my debt is decreasing, it's always a money machine. He has no self-confidence, my jealousy is obvious.
Let those who talk behind your back eat from your front. Suffer for me, shit how will date go?
Big breasts, miniskirt. I'm not a narco, but I took the child as a package.
His hair is full of envy, my pockets are full of swag. The place of conjunction is a very different network.
If you look into my eyes, would you like my dick? I came, I was bored, the party was shit.
When you hit the obstacle, typing was writing. Ew, bitch get out my way!
Yeah, I can never spoil the fun.
Ew, bitch get out my way. Yeah, I can never spoil my fun.
And what is this like? Label left on it. I am returning from where you left for the seventh time.
Oh, please choose me, please love me. He thinks he's enlightened, he's addicted to psychosis.
Type- typem freak, don't give me my call. Keep disgracing you, you tell me to stop.
Accept the interest. It seems like these voices in my head won't stop. Go on, go on, wait a minute!
Below your ceiling, so mediocre. Your health is in my mouth, a bad taste.
You fell down while trying to catch up.
Put it aside, my rap doesn't seem like a mindless one.
While my debt is decreasing, it's always a money machine. He has no self-confidence, my jealousy is obvious.
Let those who talk behind your back eat from your front.