Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song $Mith & Wesson , by - Killa Fonic. Song from the album III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.05.2020
Record label: Global, Khk
Song language: Romanian
$Mith & Wesson(original) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Sorb sirop, coardă cox, pufăi mort, dansez slow |
| După cash, mă mișc glonț, Killa Klan, semi auto |
| Sorb sirop, coardă cox, pufăi mort, dansez slow |
| După cash, mă mișc glonț, Killa Klan, semi auto |
| Îi dau cox, papă tot, gâtu zob, sub zero |
| Oh no no, făi fato, știi tu noi, dăm să plouă (Yeah) |
| Golanii ca noi se respectă fără opulență |
| Ăștia gâjâie ca un radio stricat, dar n-au frecvență |
| Conectat în două țări și nu vorbesc de droguri |
| Fac abuz de putere, dacă-i cazul am și focuri |
| Sorb sirop, coardă cox, pufăi mort, dansez slow |
| După cash, mă mișc glonț, Killa Klan, semi auto |
| Sorb sirop, coardă cox, pufăi mort, dansez slow |
| După cash, mă mișc glonț, Killa Klan, semi auto |
| Semi auto, focusat, mereu flexat, nu dorm pe mine |
| Ochii pe ei, la țintă, nu mă pot abține |
| În geantă, cărămizi de bani, nu sume umile (Yeah yeah, yeah) |
| Golanii tăi dispar ușor ușor în beznă |
| Nu ne jucăm, avem setea bă pân' la gleznă |
| Coarda-i dislexică, no stress |
| Cere cu un tic obsesiv sex |
| Eu sunt prea prețios, le dau jet |
| Când mă ia tusea |
| Sorb sirop, coardă cox, pufăi mort, dansez slow |
| După cash, mă mișc glonț, Killa Klan, semi auto |
| Sorb sirop, coardă cox, pufăi mort, dansez slow |
| După cash, mă mișc glonț, Killa Klan, semi auto |
| (translation) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I sip syrup, cox rope, dead puffs, slow dancing |
| After the cash, I'm moving the bullet, Killa Klan, semi car |
| I sip syrup, cox rope, dead puffs, slow dancing |
| After the cash, I'm moving the bullet, Killa Klan, semi car |
| I give him a thigh, a pope, a sore throat, below zero |
| Oh no no, girl, you know it's raining (Yeah) |
| Golans like us are respected without opulence |
| They are chirping like a broken radio, but they have no frequency |
| Connected in two countries and I'm not talking about drugs |
| I abuse power, if necessary I have fires |
| I sip syrup, cox rope, dead puffs, slow dancing |
| After the cash, I'm moving the bullet, Killa Klan, semi car |
| I sip syrup, cox rope, dead puffs, slow dancing |
| After the cash, I'm moving the bullet, Killa Klan, semi car |
| Semi-car, focused, always flexed, I don't sleep on myself |
| Their eyes on the target can't help me |
| In the bag, bricks of money, not humble sums (Yeah yeah, yeah) |
| Your golans are slowly disappearing into the darkness |
| We don't play, we're thirsty to the ankle |
| His rope is dyslexic, no stress |
| Ask for an obsessive sex tic |
| I'm too precious, I give them a shot |
| When I cough |
| I sip syrup, cox rope, dead puffs, slow dancing |
| After the cash, I'm moving the bullet, Killa Klan, semi car |
| I sip syrup, cox rope, dead puffs, slow dancing |
| After the cash, I'm moving the bullet, Killa Klan, semi car |