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Description
Producer: Robi
Composer: NOUA UNSPE
Composer: Vrabiescu Alberto Aerozen
Composer: Anghel Bogdan Georgian IAN
Lyricist: NOUA UNSPE
Lyricist: Vrabiescu Alberto Aerozen
Lyricist: Anghel Bogdan Georgian IAN
Lyrics and translation
Original
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Îmi cap pantalonii de la Pistol, eram pe la Dristor. Fugi cu mine viscol!
Ai ceva special, nu zic la mișto. Hai, de fato, mișcă-l, hai, de fato, risco!
Îmi cap pantalonii de la Pistol, eram pe la Dristor. Fugi cu mine viscol.
Ai ceva special, nu zic la mișto. Hai, de fato, mișcă-l, hai, de fato, risco.
Îmi cap pantalonii de la teancuri, mă pierd în decolteu, cel mai des dau de implanturi.
În poșetă nu ține farduri, poate doar gloss-ul și niște carduri.
Dacă mă țin bine, intru-n marfă două ore, se machiază, oricum o vedem frumoasă.
Dacă intru-n marfă, durează niște zile, o săptămână, oricum nu se ajunge acasă.
Am și alte business-uri, am și altă treabă, ăștia au primituri.
Am și alte venituri, -alte profituri, alte partituri.
-Îmi cap pantalonii de la Swag, am un buzunar obez, pune cheesy Big Mac.
Cocaină, prinde în Benz, mâzilaru' e gay, spune Candy Chit Chat.
Sunt cute și porno, un lesbian în face tors, zici că-i percuție Congo. Am o nouă mili, strigă-l Toto.
Sunt cu o mata hală, un gram nu e destulă soto.
Sunt un model de urmat, adică man model, am o viață prea hard.
Nu mă vezi prin oraș, oriunde mă duc, apar pe netii deranj.
Îmi cap pantalonii de la Pistol, eram pe la Dristor. Fugi cu mine viscol!
Ai ceva special, nu zic la mișto. Hai, de fato, mișcă-l, hai, de fato, risco.
Îmi cap pantalonii de la Pistol, eram pe la Dristor. Fugi cu mine viscol.
Ai ceva special, nu zic la mișto. Hai, de fato, mișcă-l, hai, de fato, risco.
Ai intrat, Ian, e talent. La câte shoturi am băut, pot să mă strigi Fifty Cent.
Nu sunt absent, am banu', dau v-o dată faliment.
Fut patru femei pe seară, asta înseamnă tabiet. Băi, maieu îmi zice că-mi stă bine.
Pot să bag nouăzeci și cinci de kile de pulă în tine. Dacă nu io, nu prea are cine.
Fac muzică pe gratis, tu faci muzică pe pile. Trăfu fac un drum, mai mei.
Sunt da' dispărut, de acum încolo se mai iei. Acu' chiar am teancuri, chiar am vivis pe chei.
Ajunge la mine până număr la trei. Trăfu fac un drum, mai mei. Sunt da' dispărut, de acum încolo se mai iei.
Acu' chiar am teancuri, chiar am vivis pe chei. Ajunge la mine până număr la trei.
Îmi cap pantalonii de la Pistol, eram pe la Dristor. Fugi cu mine viscol!
Ai ceva special, nu zic la mișto. Hai, de fato, mișcă-l, hai, de fato, risco.
Îmi cap pantalonii de la Pistol, eram pe la Dristor. Fugi cu mine viscol.
Ai ceva special, nu zic la mișto. Hai, de fato, mișcă-l, hai, de fato, risco.
Cred c-avem ceva-n comun, e sex appeal.
Îmi place cum ești îmbrăcată, bravo, ai stil! Lasă pusta mai jos, not a big deal.
Trebuie să riști, acum e momentul, follow it. Bagă dans în momentu', se sting luminile, nu, nu s-a luat curentu'.
Înghite acu' pastila, ăsta-i medicamentu'.
Dau ochii peste cap, îi place sentimentu'.
Umblu printre blocuri, cocuri, sex, mult droguri, bani, cash, stocuri, fără smoke tocuri, fără pizde proaste care vrea să dea din gură.
Fără băieței care cântă cu chef de. . .
Chef de?
English translation
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I grab my pants from Pistol, I was at Dristor. Run away with me blizzard!
You have something special, I'm not saying cool. Come on, girl, move it, come on, girl, risk it!
I grab my pants from Pistol, I was at Dristor. Run away with me blizzard.
You have something special, I'm not saying cool. Come on, girl, move it, come on, girl, risk it.
I grab my pants from the stacks, I get lost in the cleavage, most often I get implants.
She doesn't keep eyeshadow in her purse, maybe just the gloss and some cards.
If I look good, I go into the store for two hours, she puts on her make-up, anyway we see her beautiful.
If I enter the cargo, it takes a few days, a week, anyway it doesn't get home.
I have other businesses, I have another job, they have receipts.
I have other incomes, other profits, other scores.
-I grab my pants from Swag, I have a fat pocket, put on the cheesy Big Mac.
Cocaine, get in the Benz, the bitch is gay, says Candy Chit Chat.
It's cute and porno, a lesbian in the torso, you say it's Congo percussion. I have nine miles, called Toto.
I'm with a mata hala, one gram is not enough soto.
I am a role model, that is, a man model, I have a too hard life.
You don't see me around town, wherever I go, I appear to disturb the nets.
I grab my pants from Pistol, I was at Dristor. Run away with me blizzard!
You have something special, I'm not saying cool. Come on, girl, move it, come on, girl, risk it.
I grab my pants from Pistol, I was at Dristor. Run away with me blizzard.
You have something special, I'm not saying cool. Come on, girl, move it, come on, girl, risk it.
You're in, Ian, it's talent. As many shots as I've had, you can call me Fifty Cent.
I'm not absent, I have money, I'll give you bankruptcy once.
I fuck four women a night, that's bullshit. Well, maieu tells me that I'm fine.
I can put ninety five pounds of cock in you. If he doesn't, he doesn't really have anyone.
I make music for free, you make music for free. I'm going to make a way, my dear.
I'm gone, from now on you're welcome. Now I really have stacks, I really lived on the quays.
Get to me by the count of three. I'm going to make a way, my dear. I'm gone, from now on you're welcome.
Now I really have stacks, I really lived on the quays. Get to me by the count of three.
I grab my pants from Pistol, I was at Dristor. Run away with me blizzard!
You have something special, I'm not saying cool. Come on, girl, move it, come on, girl, risk it.
I grab my pants from Pistol, I was at Dristor. Run away with me blizzard.
You have something special, I'm not saying cool. Come on, girl, move it, come on, girl, risk it.
I think we have something in common, it's sex appeal.
I like how you are dressed, well done, you have style! Leave it below, not a big deal.
You have to take a risk, now is the time, follow it. Dance in the moment', the lights go out, no, the power didn't go out'.
Swallow the pill, this is medicine.
I roll my eyes, he likes the feeling'.
I walk through the blocks, buns, sex, a lot of drugs, money, cash, stocks, no smoking heels, no bad pussies that want to open their mouths.
No little boys singing along. . .
In the mood for?