Lyrics of Ruky Preč - Separ, Rest, Bitman

Ruky Preč (original)

Ruky preč, uh, od fakerov ruky preč
Dáme reč moe, uh-uh, nedáme reč
Je to česť keď sa s tebou bavím, je to česť
Nebuď gec, ukáž lojalitu ako pes
Ako Pacman, vyhýbam sa, nechcem
Žiadny extrém, chillujem, ma jebne
Dám si na to haze a hneď mi je lepšie
Ani neviem aký je dnes deň
Ruky preč hoe, asi ťa preplo
Keď chceš ísť do backstagu, potrebuješ heslo
Aj tak sa ma nedotkneš ani nehtom
Niekto ti tu možnost dá, no ja to nejsom
Milujem iba dve, mám ich doma, stack na stack
Robím pre ne, ruky preč, daj si dokopy dve a dve
Bustdown, cash a flex stoji námahu a stres
Veď to jebem koniny, ja dávam od nich ruky preč
To čo teraz poviem more myslím zle
Postav sa už do piče a zmizni preč
Nenamotáš ma ani na biznis cash
Debata čo vedeme je čistý trash
Proč si tak vyjebane slizký, zlez
Mi z očí, nech ťa nevidím ak vždycky chceš
Len výhody čo idú zo mňa, blízky sneh
A iné pičoviny, výbuch — tick, tick, jeb
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Nechcem, nemám, nedám, nedám
Ja dávam ruky preč
Jak best friend
Len vtedy keď chceli nekterí fakeri v backstagi chlastať
Chechcem sa, akurát furt bude faktura, natural bastard
Backhand
Hneď dovi nechtovi fejkoví hejpovi dejtomi nasrat
Rešpekt
Ten more na sto percent, už nechcem, basta
Na čo potom robí to ta piča, očividne neopýta
Porád nechápe sa pýtam
Či by bola taká dobra, more nech sa ma nechytá
S tebou som si nepotykal, dobre teší ma Monika
Toto nebude, zapomeň lebo to sa ma netýka
Sorry, tebe fakt jebe, tebe nehovorí etika
Vôbec nič ako by si bola nafetovaná z pika
Nepoznám ťa, preto nepojdeme spolu vôbec nikam
Kurva — niekedy vážne som už bez slov
Kurva — špinavá kurtizána, preč s ňou
Kurva — jak môže byť niekto tak doterný?
Kurva — ruky preč, dávno som verný
Tak kedy to pochopíš?
— Nie, už sa nezmestíš
Toto bolo poslednýkrát bo si otravný, no tak more vypadni
Neviem čo tu robíš, nemáš tu byť
Vstup máš zakázaný aj tak lebo nepoznáš PIN
Sorry, ale na buzerantov si nepotrpím
Preto dávam ruky bokom od fejkerov jak vy, peace
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Nechcem, nemám, nedám, nedám
Ja dávam ruky preč
Ruce pryč, boy, dej ty ruce pryč, boy
Radši zmiz, boy, nejsem tvoje bitch, boy
Jsi wannabe real fan, vim to
Nelep se na mě tak blízko
Neříkej mi, že máš sick flow
A prosim tě, nedělej beatbox
Nelej mi to pivo na tričko
Nevadí mi, že by to nevyschlo
Vadí mi, že to leje nikdo
Zapomenu na tebe — jsi PIN kód
Skáčeš tady jak Kris Kross
Seru ti na to, že máš VIPko
Vypnu tě jak Kličko, jsi minulost jak Fred Flintstone
Serou mě ty lidi, který neznaj dost
«Bro, tady máš telefon, hned nás foť!»
Neříkej mi bro, já tě neznam bro
Chtělo by to mezi nás zeď a plot
Cpeš se do backstage, neznáš kód
Chceš nás znát, ale bez nás, proč?
Podlejzáš jako levná hoe
Mám real fans, takovejch neznám moc
Viděl jsem tady tobě rovnejch sto
Seru ti na to, že máš dobrej koks
Hraješ si na to, že jsi mocnej boss
Leť ty debile, tok mejch slov
Sypeš piko, skáčeš nohama na osmej schod
A když jsi pryč boy — slavíme to jako kdyby byl Novej rok
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč
Nechcem, nemám, nedám, nedám
Ja dávam ruky preč

(translation)

Hands off, uh, away from the fakers
Let's talk moe, uh-uh, let's not talk
It's an honor to talk to you, it's an honor
Don't be gec, show loyalty like a dog
Like Pacman, I avoid, I don't want to
No extreme, I'm chilling, I'm fucking
I'll take the haze and I'm better now
I don't even know what day it is today
Hands off hoe, you probably passed
You need a password to go to the backstag
You won't even touch me with your fingernail
Someone will give you that opportunity, but I'm not
I only love two, I have them at home, stack on stack
I work for them, hands off, put two and two together
Bustdown, cash and flex cost effort and stress
Because I'm fucking horses, I'm giving up on them
What I say now, I mean wrong
Get in the pussy and disappear
You don't even get me into business cash
The debate we have is pure trash
Why are you so fucking slimy, get down
I can't see you if you always want to
Just the benefits that come from me, the nearby snow
And other shit, blast - tick, tick, fuck
Hands off, I'm giving up
Hands off, I'm giving up
Hands off, I'm giving up
I don't want to, I don't, I don't, I don't
I'm giving up
How best friend
Only when some fakers wanted to get drunk in the backstage
I want to, just be an invoice, a natural bastard
Backhand
Immediately give your nails a fucking fuck
Respect
One hundred percent that sea, I don't want to anymore, that's it
She obviously doesn't ask what she's doing
I still don't understand I ask
Whether it is so good, let the sea not catch me
I haven't met you, Monika is very happy
This will not be, forget it because it does not concern me
Sorry, you really don't like it, ethics doesn't tell you
Nothing at all like you were fried from a spade
I don't know you, so we're not going anywhere at all
Fuck - sometimes I'm really speechless
Fuck - dirty courtesan, away with her
Fuck - how can anyone be so intrusive?
Fuck - hands off, I've been faithful for a long time
So when will you understand?
- No, you won't fit anymore
This was the last time you were annoying, so get out of the sea
I don't know what you're doing here, you shouldn't be here
You are not allowed to enter anyway because you do not know the PIN
Sorry, but I can't stand buzzards
That's why I put my hands aside from fiddlers like you, peace
Hands off, I'm giving up
Hands off, I'm giving up
Hands off, I'm giving up
I don't want to, I don't, I don't, I don't
I'm giving up
Hands off, boy, put those hands away, boy
You better get out, boy, I'm not your bitch, boy
You're a real fan, I know that
Don't get so close to me
Don't tell me you have sick flow
And please don't beat the box
Don't pour that beer on my shirt
I don't mind it not drying up
It bothers me that no one is pouring
I'll forget about you - you're a PIN
You jump here like Kris Kross
Fuck you, you have a VIP
I'll shut you down like Kličko, you're a thing of the past like Fred Flintstone
People who don't know enough piss me off
"Bro, here's your phone, take a picture of us now!"
Don't call me bro, I don't know you bro
It would take a wall and a fence between us
You 're in the backstage, you don' t know the code
You want to know us, but without us, why?
You crawl like a cheap hoe
I have real fans, I don't know much of them
I've seen a hundred of you here
Fuck you, you have good coke
You're playing to be a powerful boss
Fly you moron, flow of my words
You pour pico, you jump on the eighth step
And when you're gone boy - we celebrate it like it's New Year's Eve
Hands off, I'm giving up
Hands off, I'm giving up
Hands off, I'm giving up
I don't want to, I don't, I don't, I don't
I'm giving up