Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Etableret , by - JooksRelease date: 25.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Danish
Etableret(original) |
| For mit blod: |
| Nike Blazers, sorte Chuck Taylors |
| Ligegyldigt hvad jeg har på mine fødder går det frem |
| Læder på mine ærmer, Kvinder kommer nærmere |
| Børn i deres øjne, men de mangler bare ham |
| Ligner en søn til din Gud |
| Korsfri ryg ingen søm til min hud |
| Banker igennem, jeg be’r ikke om noget |
| Bønner er noget vi æder, synder er noget vi spreder |
| Etableret med tyve gram guld om min finger |
| Så få de fucking skanky damer ud af her |
| Etableret med tyve gram guld om min finger |
| Så få de fucking skanky damer ud af her |
| Der er ingen der bitcher idag x4 |
| Og der er fart på, og børnene søver |
| Så far skal vi snart gå? |
| Ku' ikk' male et skønnere billede |
| Om jeg var pablo |
| Jeg er ikk en drengerøv længere |
| Nej jeg har to (to, to, to) børn |
| Mand 2.0 under bælted |
| Hårdt stål beskytter |
| Skyder med skarpt når jeg kommer i hullet |
| Drevet af lyst og hvert et ord revet af brystet |
| Og det svulmer for jeg er lige der jeg altid havde ønsket |
| Etableret med to unger under mine vinger |
| Så få de fucking drengerøve ud af her |
| Etableret med to unger under mine vinger |
| (translation) |
| For my blood: |
| Nike Blazers, Black Chuck Taylors |
| No matter what I have on my feet it goes forward |
| Leather on my sleeves, Women come closer |
| Children in their eyes, but they just miss him |
| Like a son to your God |
| Crossless back no seam to my skin |
| Knocking through, I'm not asking for anything |
| Prayers are something we eat, sins are something we spread |
| Established with twenty grams of gold on my finger |
| So get the fucking skanky ladies out of here |
| Established with twenty grams of gold on my finger |
| So get the fucking skanky ladies out of here |
| There is no bitching today x4 |
| And there is a rush and the children are sleeping |
| So dad shall we go soon? |
| Ku' ikk' paint a prettier picture |
| If I were Pablo |
| I'm not a boy's ass anymore |
| No, I have two (two, two, two) children |
| Man 2.0 under the belt |
| Hard steel protects |
| Shoots along sharply when I get in the hole |
| Driven by lust and every word torn from the chest |
| And it swells because I am right where I had always wanted |
| Established with two kids under my wing |
| So get those fucking boy asses out of here |
| Established with two kids under my wing |