Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FLIK FLAK, artist - Pede B.
Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Danish
FLIK FLAK(original) |
Plejede at være trist, ingen håb |
Følelserne uden på |
Plejede at være alene uden på |
Gør mine ting i det små |
Gjort hvad jeg ville siden dag et |
Mor sagde til mig jeg magisk |
Alt du gjorde det var basisk |
Alt jeg gjorde gør dig panisk |
Før var jeg et stort fedt nul som en donut |
Bitch jeg var broke, nu' det slåbroks |
Damen skal ha' pedicure, manicure |
Nyt hår, nyt alting, ingen botox |
Vi har gjort det her siden flip phones |
Siden vi ramte kassen på de ringtones |
K-k-k-konkurrencen, der' ikk' nogen |
Sten i min kæde så de kalder mig for Flintstones |
Du' talentløs og din dame ligner et biluheld |
Får så mange svinere at jeg næsten burde vær' kriminel |
Nu' de på, roady jeg tror det et svineheld |
At jeg er overlevet det her liv og jeg kan gi' igen |
Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen |
Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale |
Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak' |
Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper |
Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen |
Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale |
Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak' |
Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper |
Se mig lave en højder |
Sammen med din dame når jeg sprøjter |
Derfor hun smiler så meget |
Glad hele dagen og fløjter |
Ringer vi drengene ind |
Valgte at ta' mig en døgner |
Stikker dig flade for sygt |
Taber min hat og min' nøgler |
Løber forbi dig, luder på bordet |
Som en konditor, spiller på spillet |
Som en politikker |
Se hun ser glad ud fordi hun fik pik igår |
Derfor hun smiler så hemmeligt bro |
Lyver dig lige i dit fjæs |
Tror hun er helt psykopat |
Hvad er det du ryger på? |
Gi' mig et hvæs |
Ti kilo ekstra gennem sikkerheds kontrollen |
Ingen ting at deklarere lige gennem tolden |
Ind på DBA det gør mig mange millionær |
Ringer til min mor, jeg' blevet den mand jeg ville være |
Papa! |
Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen |
Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale |
Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak' |
Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper |
Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen |
Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale |
Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak' |
Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper |
Ey |
Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklap |
Klasker røven på dig og forventer at du si’r tak |
Det slutter sikkert med et shootout og en biljagt |
Så mange indianere, jeg' en høvding som Søren Pilmark |
Far er ikk' sur han er halvknotten |
Planlægger hævn nede i batgrotten |
Mod hele dilettant flokken |
Som jeg tror har drukket af natpotten |
Og den bedste hævn er som bekendt |
At leve godt og konsekvent |
Så jeg laver penge og holder fest |
Ikk' Gulddreng, men det' fucking nemt |
Sangria og skjorten åben |
Sandheden lige hovedet på dem |
Smiler stadig, jeg' helt fredelig |
Selvom guderne vil vide, jeg burde slå dem |
Alle er goe' på bunden |
Men deres arrogance er lorte våben |
For det' typisk ham der har slugt kameler |
Hele livet der' stor i munden |
Han holder elefant nosser |
Plus en pik der' komisk lang |
Så de falske fjolser betyder jack for mig |
Selvom min mand holder rotationen igang |
Det bare vand for ham, og gir' ikk' en halv dollar |
For dit image og din plade og din lorte sang |
De her raptosser har brede ansigts folder |
Men sandheden er de' har brug for et kram |
(translation) |
Used to be sad, no hope |
The emotions outside |
Used to be alone outside |
Do my little things |
Did what I wanted since day one |
Mom told me I magically |
Everything you did it was basic |
Everything I did makes you panic |
Before I was a big fat zero like a doughnut |
Bitch I was broke, now' the overalls |
The lady must have a pedicure, manicure |
New hair, new everything, no botox |
We have been doing this since flip phones |
Since we hit the box on those ringtones |
The k-k-k-competition, there' ikk' nobody |
Stones in my chain so they call me Flintstones |
You' talentless and your lady looks like a car accident |
Gets so many scumbags I should almost be a criminal |
Now' they on, roady I think it a pig luck |
That I have survived this life and I can give again |
Flik flutters out of the gym |
I don't have time, we're not going to talk |
If we don't talk money, we don't talk |
Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops |
Flik flutters out of the gym |
I don't have time, we're not going to talk |
If we don't talk money, we don't talk |
Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops |
Watch me make a height |
With your lady when I squirt |
That's why she smiles so much |
Happy all day and whistles |
Shall we call in the boys |
Chose to take me a day |
Stabs you flat for sick |
Losing my hat and my keys |
Runs past you, whores on the table |
Like a pastry chef, playing the game |
As a politician |
Look she looks happy because she got dick yesterday |
That's why she smiles so secretly bro |
Lies to your face |
Think she's a total psychopath |
What are you smoking? |
Give me a hiss |
Ten kilos extra through security |
No stuff to declare straight through customs |
Into DBA it makes me many a millionaire |
Calling my mother, I've become the man I wanted to be |
Papa! |
Flik flutters out of the gym |
I don't have time, we're not going to talk |
If we don't talk money, we don't talk |
Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops |
Flik flutters out of the gym |
I don't have time, we're not going to talk |
If we don't talk money, we don't talk |
Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops |
Hey |
Tiny crocodile on my flip flops |
Slaps your ass and expects you to say thank you |
It probably ends with a shootout and a car chase |
So many Indians, I' a chief like Søren Pilmark |
Dad's not mad, he's half-assed |
Plotting revenge down in the batcave |
Against the whole dilettante crowd |
Who I think drank from the night pot |
And as you know, the best revenge is |
To live well and consistently |
So I make money and have a party |
Not Golden Boy, but it's fucking easy |
Sangria and the shirt open |
The truth straight on their heads |
Still smiling, I' completely peaceful |
Although the gods will know I should beat them |
All are goe' on the bottom |
But their arrogance is lousy weapons |
For that' typically the one who has swallowed camels |
All life there' big in the mouth |
He holds elephant noses |
Plus a comically long dick |
So the fake fools mean jack to me |
Although my husband keeps the rotation going |
It's just water for him and doesn't give half a dollar |
For your image and your record and your crappy song |
These raptors have wide facial folds |
But the truth is they need a hug |