Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sindrom Pičkice, artist - Mimi Mercedez.
Date of issue: 08.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Sindrom Pičkice(original) |
Čemu da se radujem sem kvalitetnoj krmači |
Živimo kako živimo pa nismo srdačni |
Već srčani, nevaspitani, grubi |
Svako oće da se kara, niko neće da se ljubi |
Ni ti nemoj da se gubiš, ako ne znaš - nauči |
Oslanjaš se na harizmu ali nisi Đani Ćurčić |
Brate, dosta mi je pičkica i drugih kuraca |
Što ne mogu mi ništa ni uz prednost prvog udarca |
Dosta mi je pičkica i malih kuraca |
Zapaliću na zapad tamo ima crnaca |
Ne bi mogli protiv mene čak ni da se urote |
Kad moji roditelji nisu mogli da me ukrote |
Zašto bih zbog tebe prestala da budem džukela |
Razlikujemo se poput motora i skutera |
Razumeš, ti si Vespa, ja sam Harli Dejvidson |
Ja sam, brate, bokserka, ti se baviš tenisom |
Pa čim bacim jedan slog ti doživiš nervni slom |
Ti doživiš nervni slom |
Dosta mi je takvih pičkica i kompleksaša brate |
Pičkice su oni što ne mogu da me shvate |
Ili što me shvataju al' ne prihvataju |
Pičke ovo slušaju i na njih da mislim znaju |
I ribe su glupače, to skapiraš čim zinu |
Zaledim se kad u pogledu ugledam prazninu |
Kurve žickaju šamare kao klošar za cigare |
Po principu ništa slađe od zauzete kare |
Lik preti preko neta, cima se za komentar |
Misli da je gengsta, ustvari je retard |
A ja sam opuštena čak i kad me vređaš |
Širom Balkana su ortaci koji čuvaju mi leđa |
A šta ćeš brate ti kad stvari postanu ozbiljnije |
Imaš ekipu, a? |
Bolje odma cimni je |
Jer, ne, posle sranja nema poziva na primirje |
I, ne, ovde nikad neće biti mirnije |
Sad napiši da sam kurva, da sam ružna ili slično |
Ali moji ljudi znaju da se ne druže sa pičkom |
I samo to je bitno, shvati, samo to je bitno |
(translation) |
What to look forward to but a quality sow |
We live as we live so we are not cordial |
Already heartless, ill-mannered, rude |
Everyone wants to fight, no one wants to kiss |
Don't get lost either, if you don't know - learn |
You rely on charisma, but you are not Đani Ćurčić |
Bro, I'm sick of pussies and other dicks |
What I can't do even with first strike advantage |
I'm sick of pussies and small dicks |
I'll go west there are black people there |
They could not even conspire against me |
When my parents couldn't tame me |
Why should I stop being a mutt for you |
We are as different as motorbikes and scooters |
You see, you're a Vespa, I'm a Harley Davidson |
I'm a boxer, bro, you play tennis |
So as soon as I throw out one syllable you have a nervous breakdown |
You have a nervous breakdown |
I've had enough of such pussies and complex people, brother |
Pussies are the ones who can't understand me |
Or that they understand me but don't accept me |
Bitches are listening to this and I think they know what I mean |
And fish are stupid, you can see that as soon as they see |
I freeze when I see emptiness in my view |
Whores are slapping like a bum for cigars |
In principle, nothing sweeter than a busy car |
The character threatens over the net, waiting for a comment |
He thinks he's a gangsta, but he's actually a retard |
And I'm relaxed even when you insult me |
Across the Balkans, there are partners who have my back |
And what will you do bro when things get more serious |
You have a team, huh? |
Better take it away now |
Because, no, there is no call for a truce after shit |
And, no, it will never be more peaceful here |
Now write that I'm a whore, that I'm ugly or similar |
But my people know not to hang out with a cunt |
And that's all that matters, understand, that's all that matters |