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Description
Vocals, Producer, Associated Performer, Composer Lyricist: PRO8L3M
Producer: Kacper Szafrański
Mixer, Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Piotr Witkowski
Music Production, Associated Performer: Alegzander Piotrowsky
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wiadomo, forsa.
To jest coś, czego każdy chce, nie?
I on zaczął krzyczeć: "Ratunku, policja! " No to kolega go wziął, trafił z tyłu buta.
On padł na trawę. Doszliśmy we dwóch, zaczęliśmy go kopać.
On zemdlał. Pieniądze wyjąłem mu z kieszeni.
Dochodziła druga, siąpił deszcz.
Tamten drętwy leżał z rozjebanym łbem jak śnięty leszcz. Miał już wszystko, ale sprawdził mu kiermany też.
Wyjął portfel, przeliczył -forsę i pomyślał: bierz. -No stary, stopniowo się obudził.
Zaczął głośno krzyczeć, żeby wyszli ludzie z tego z balkonu.
To ja doszłem go z kolana, trafiłem i padł, już zemdlał i leżał z pół godziny.
English translation
You know, money.
That's something everyone wants, right?
And he started shouting: "Help, police!" So my friend took him and hit him on the back of his shoe.
He fell on the grass. The two of us got there and started kicking him.
He fainted. I took the money out of his pocket.
It was almost two o'clock and it was raining.
That idiot was lying there with his head smashed like a dead bream. He already had everything, but he also checked his checks.
He took out his wallet, counted the money and thought: take it. -Well, man, he gradually woke up.
He started shouting loudly for people to get out of the balcony.
I reached him from my knee, hit him and he fell, he already fainted and lay there for half an hour.