Lyrics of Glade Dager - Klovner I Kamp

Glade Dager - Klovner I Kamp
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Date of issue: 06.09.2005
Song language: Norwegian

Glade Dager

(original)
Fack deg, fack deg, fack deg det koster spenn å være venn med meg!
Yeah
Ref (x2)
Vi lever glade dager, og gjør hva faen vi vil siden far betaler
Så vi har alt det vi trenger, sex og vin og masse, masse penger
Yeah — Vi er fra beste, motherfucking vestkant selvsagt
Og holder sammen i et hellig vennskap
Holder veldig selskap der kremen deltar
I hager med plen på nesten elleve dekar
For vi har spenna du er ute etter
Bruker dollarsedler som fluesmekker
Vi vil ikke brife og skryte med at vi tjener mest-
Men de rike leker best i mercedes benz
Er født med sølvskje i munnen, jeg driter ikke penger men kredittkort
Av firess mens dere har drittkort
Har adresse i monaco, det er fest hver natt
Men det er mest for at, at slippe stress for skatt
Det kosta far minst en million å gi min mor en konebil
Og nok silikon til at a kunne spilt i pornofilm
Og ikke la deg lure av min femi rosa polo stil
Men man kan bruke sminke uten å bli homofiiiiiiiiiil
Ref
Sier ikke snø men sne, vi sier sepe ikke såpe
Slottet ikke kåken — yachten ikke båten
Og på den måten blir alt litt mer elegant
Det e’kke kæksing, bare bedre vant
Er både X5 og cayenne så problemet er
Å bestemme hvilken av dem som skal stå igjen hjemme
Og er det lang kø til hytten — vel da tar vi ribben
Og gjør dronningen til hankø på under timen
Jeg trives best i vest og folk flest med spenn
Så alle lettkledde kvinner og velstelte menn
Fra møblerte hjem
Gjør meg et næ'rø, sleng penga i været!
Flash kash og spenn — sleng penga i været
Bar og hjem — sleng penga i været!
Flash det du har — sleng penga i været!
Yeah.så skal vi se hvor mange venner du får
Her er alt annerledes, vi har andre leker
Det ække herverk — det er bare rampestreker
Knuser dyre biler, spyr i flygler
Knuller i fyller, dyre dyner, så dunet fyker
Oslo vest er som sludd og stiv kuling i midten av juli
Det er helt utrulig, men her er ingen ting umulig
Det handler kun om familiens kontakter og venner
Og hvor mye kontanter disse kontaktene tjener
Det døde for eksempel en fyr på min fest i sommer
Det gikk bra, for en fyr far kjenner er høyesterettsdommer
Og for å redde et dødt nachspiel, da ringte vi greger
Så fløy både klovner i kamp og turboneger
Ref
Så går vi rundt om en skipsreder-sjekk
Privatsjåfør, og vasse i klær og smykker
To millioner, femhundre og femti tusen kroner
Men det er jo fullstendig svindel
Eh, svimlende mener jeg
Heh, summer hva er summer
Ref
(translation)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, it costs money to be friends with me!
Yeah
Ref (x2)
We live happy days and do whatever the hell we want since daddy pays
So we have everything we need, sex and wine and lots and lots of money
Yeah — We're from the best, motherfucking west side of course
And hold together in a holy friendship
Keeps very company where the cream participates
In gardens with a lawn of almost eleven acres
Because we've got the excitement you're looking for
Uses dollar bills as fly swatters
We don't want to brag and brag that we earn the most-
But the rich play best in mercedes benz
Was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I don't shit money but credit cards
Of firess while you have crap cards
Has an address in Monaco, it's a party every night
But it's mostly for the sake of getting rid of tax stress
It cost my father at least a million to give my mother a wife's car
And enough silicone to star in a porn movie
And don't be fooled by my femi pink polo style
But you can wear make-up without becoming homofiiiiiiiil
Ref
Don't say snow but snow, we say sepe not soap
The castle not the house — the yacht not the boat
And that way everything becomes a little more elegant
It's not bullshit, just better used to it
Is both X5 and cayenne so the problem is
Deciding which of them will be left at home
And if there's a long queue for the cabin - well then we'll take the ribs
And turns the queen into male queue in under the hour
I am most comfortable in the West and most people with a buckle
So all scantily clad women and well-groomed men
From furnished homes
Do me a favor, throw the money in the air!
Flash kash and buckle up — throw your money in the air
Bar and home — blow your money!
Flash what you've got — blow your money!
Yeah.then we'll see how many friends you make
Here everything is different, we have other toys
What a mess — it's just pranks
Smashing expensive cars, puking on wings
Fuck in filler, expensive duvets, so the down is flying
Oslo west is like sleet and a stiff gale in the middle of July
It's absolutely incredible, but here nothing is impossible
It is only about the family's contacts and friends
And how much cash those contacts make
For example, a guy died at my party this summer
It went well, because a guy dad knows is a Supreme Court judge
And to save a dead nachspiel, then we called greger
Then both clowns flew in battle and turbonegers
Ref
Then we go around a ship owner check
Private chauffeur, and wash in clothes and jewellery
Two million, five hundred and fifty thousand kroner
But it's a complete scam
Er, dizzying I mean
Heh buzz what is buzz
Ref
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