Translation of the song lyrics Masse G - Kakaosimon, Loui, Lexus

Masse G (original)

Unge appetittvekker, kokar nåke drittlekkert
Satt i perspektivet deira beste suppe, litt ekkel
Gi mej kick please, ikkje nåke dickcheese
Går ikkje med slid jeans uten å ha slid jeans
Dei kan aldri lære koketeknikken
Dei tru at rota til lykke kan ver ei bok i butikken
Dei he’kje peiling, trur dei rota med driften
For den der grauten e’kje god, må ha det feite i midten
Femti out, litt som i min bank account
Det renne over i den koppen, det e plenty now
Ej sovna når dei steppa inn, ej tru at ej må tappe out
For å sleppe høre dritten dei he mekka til det lekka alt
Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy
Broder, gi mej litt meir mat, ej e ready
Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy
Broder, gi mej litt meir, ej e ready
Masse, masse, masse, masse mat, ej ete det
Passa bak kateteret
Berre dei som søve på mej kjenne på ka drepe e
Passa på mi vekt, kutta neppe nåke ned på den
Flossa på min cap, brukte litt for masse g på det
Ey
Hallo
Dei brukte masse g
Koffer d?
Måtte tette høl og trekke nåke mer
Okei
Vi’kje rekne på kor masse ej gikk ned
Okei
Men dei kan sjå mej komme opp igjen og brenne ned som ved
Fett
Snakka med en bror, gud, han he’kje peiling
Loui & Lexus, som en sykkel uten styling
Rulla rett fram, ingen sensasjon
Masse brukte kler, me vurdere en rein kolleksjon
Svetta ut, kan ej få en sutteklut?
Slik at alle so søve på dej kan drømme rolig heile veien ut
E meina det, til bønde og budeiene
Ditte her e måten også gjere disse greiene
Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy
Broder, gi mej litt meir mat, ej e ready
Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy
Broder, gi mej litt meir, ej e ready

(translation)

Young appetiser, cooks some damn delicious food
Put in perspective their best soup, a bit disgusting
Give me kick please, no dickcheese
Can't go with distressed jeans without wearing distressed jeans
They can never learn the cooking technique
They believe that the root of happiness can be a book in the shop
They have no idea, they think they are messing with the operation
For those whose gruel is not good, must have the fat in the middle
Fifty out, a bit like in my bank account
It overflows into that cup, it's plenty now
Don't fall asleep when they step in, don't think you don't have to tap out
To avoid hearing the crap they made until it leaked everything
Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier
Brother, give me some more food, not ready
Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier
Brother, give me some more, not ready
Lots, lots, lots, lots of food, don't eat it
Fit behind the catheter
Only those who sleep on me know that they can kill me
Watch my weight, hardly cut down on it
Floss on my cap, used a little too much g on it
Hey
Hello
They used a lot of g
Suitcase d?
Had to plug holes and pull some more
Okay
We can't count how much did not go down
Okay
But they can see me come back up and burn down like firewood
Fat
Talk to a brother, god, he doesn't have a clue
Loui & Lexus, like a bike without styling
Roll straight ahead, no sensation
Lots of used clothes, but consider a clean collection
Sweating, can't get a wipe?
So that everyone sleeping on you can dream peacefully all the way out
I mean it, to the farmer and the shopkeepers
This is the way to do these things as well
Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier
Brother, give me some more food, not ready
Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier
Brother, give me some more, not ready