Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Etableret, artist - Jooks
Date of issue: 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 |