Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kvinnosak, artist - Maxida Märak. Album song Utopi, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Record label: Playground Music Scandinavia
Song language: Swedish
Kvinnosak(original) |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hårt |
Håller fanan högt, går igenom paraden |
Sänker aldrig tempot, torkar näsor tills hon nästan blir galen |
Borde pryda toppen utav pedestalen |
Gubbar gillar knuffar så hon hamnar mitt i matsalen |
Aah, som en i personalen utan lön |
Samma skit, ingen ser potentialen |
Sänk dina händer backa bort från bordet |
Kastar gröten i väggen, lyft på hakan ta till ordet |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Pay bills, alla räkningar som bara växer |
Torka alla luckor, amma bebis, vattna krukväxter |
Smider knivar med två kids under armen |
Steker blodiga biffar tills de brinner, slå igång alarmen |
Sluta kalla det för kvinnosak |
Mamma efter mamma, livsfarliga |
Känner blodsmak |
Sluta kalla det för kvinnosak |
(Sluta kalla det för kvinnosak) |
Aah! |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma tjata att hon älskar mig |
Inte en dag går orden sitter fast i mig |
Så jag säger till min dotter varje dag «Du är gjord av guld och ingen här kan |
älska dig som jag» |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Skinnpaj, slitna jeans och bara fuck all resår |
Jag svär att det fanns inte ett spår av hockeyfrilla, spetsgardiner eller |
glasdekor |
Dammtussar flyger över perfekt inredd |
Barnen ska på maskerad, perfect utklädd |
Torkar bort svett ur pannan vita lakan, fresh bed |
Första dagen på mensen, fuck Friday, vitklädd |
Vitklädd |
(Vitklädd) |
Vitklädd |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
(Sluta kalla det för kvinnosak) |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade |
Min mamma hade loco svart hår |
(translation) |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mom had loco black hard |
Holds the flag high, walks through the parade |
Never slows down, wipes her nose until she almost goes crazy |
Should adorn the top of the pedestal |
Old men like pushing so she ends up in the middle of the dining room |
Aah, like one of the unpaid staff |
Same shit, no one sees the potential |
Lower your hands back away from the table |
Throws the porridge in the wall, lifts the chin take to the floor |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |
Pay bills, all bills that just grow |
Dry all doors, breastfeed baby, water potted plants |
Forges knives with two kids under the arm |
Fry bloody steaks until they burn, turn on the alarm |
Stop calling it a woman's thing |
Mother after mother, life-threatening |
Feels blood taste |
Stop calling it a woman's thing |
(Stop calling it a woman's thing) |
Aah! |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mom is nagging that she loves me |
Not a day goes by the words get stuck in me |
So I say to my daughter every day «You are made of gold and no one here can |
love you like me » |
My mother had loco black hair |
Leather pie, worn jeans and just fuck all elastic |
I swear there was not a trace of hockey frills, lace curtains or |
glass decor |
Dust tufts fly over perfectly decorated |
The children are going in masquerade, perfectly dressed |
Wipes away sweat from the forehead white sheets, fresh bed |
First day of menstruation, fuck Friday, dressed in white |
Dressed in white |
(White-clad) |
Dressed in white |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
(Stop calling it a woman's thing) |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had loco black hair |
My mother had |
My mother had |
My mother had loco black hair |