Lyrics of V Pytli - Smack, Nik Tendo, karlo

V Pytli (original)

Jako rozhodně vim, že nechci dělat žádný další drillový tracky
Je to v pytli, kámo (Tenhle track se jmenuje pytel, vole)
Je to v pytli, kráska na mym pytli
Říkám jí: «Baby, musim makat, ať jsou prachy v pytli» (Moolah)
Weed v mym pytli, to neni gramovej pytlik
Byznys, byznys, furt grinduju, ne,
neni to lip trick
Je to v pytli, kráska na mym pytli
Říkám jí: «Baby, musim makat, ať jsou prachy v pytli» (Cash)
Weed v mym pytli, to neni gramovej pytlik
Byznys, byznys, furt grinduju, ne,
neni to lip trick
Za opaskem mám gun (Brr, brr), ne, to je big dick
Dala na něj lipstick, nemám čas, musim jít nahrát další big hit
Nejdřív zábava, potom byznys, můj job je oboje — bože, díky
A já furt nejsem ve svym pytli, hladovej — chci chleba, sýr a chipsy
Proto furt jedu grind jako Tony, furt jedu grind jako Rodney
Já furt jedu grind jako Danny, ale nejezdim jako oni
Nemám pod nohama deck, ale furt grinduju jako Rob Dyrdek
Zdál se mi v noci sen, ráno jsem se vzbudil, řek si: «To si vem»
Je to v pytli, ale na to jsme si už zvykli
Moje hadry smrdí jak kytka a můj best fella teď je mikrák
Na všechny mrdky zařídíme click clack, na sobě kamufláž, samej migrant
THC vision, big boy Russian, jsem on the mission
Učim se lítat, klikám za loot na button, prachy tisknu v obýváku
Já nemůžu mít gunu, střílel bych, já měl radost
Se mnou boys, maj big pytel, velkej kufr a auto je rychlý
Vejdou se i dvě lidi, dodávat víc bude nesmysl
Je to v pytli, kráska na mym pytli
Říkám jí: «Baby, musim makat, ať jsou prachy v pytli» (Moolah)
Weed v mym pytli, to neni gramovej pytlik
Byznys, byznys, furt grinduju, ne,
neni to lip trick
Je to v pytli, kráska na mym pytli
Říkám jí: «Baby, musim makat, ať jsou prachy v pytli» (Cash)
Weed v mym pytli, to neni gramovej pytlik
Byznys, byznys, furt grinduju, ne,
neni to lip trick
Make money (Make money), neskončim v pytli (Neskončim v pytli)
Prcat hoe
(Prcat hoe), neskončim v pytli (Neskončim v pytli)
Peníze z pytle do kapes a omamný látky z pytle do hlavy na jazyk a do plic
Život je dobrý, když děláš
cheese
, hey (Když děláš money)
Můj život určitě není nuda, nesedim doma uprostřed
Prostřeno mám na stole, její prdel nahoře a hlavu držim dole (Dole, down)
Tam, kde mám balls (Tam, kde mám koule)
Do huby cumshot, jediný co střílim (Grrr)
Prst mám v cupu jako bibimbap, něco se bude dít, když přijdem tam
Milion+ jak Shake Junt
nalitej jak Bam Margera
Na sobě Stone, ne Margiela,
VS stone
, ne zirkon
je custom,
točim se jak Spitfire, dostanu flip
Nik a Smack, flows jsou sick, každej track píčo je heat
Big, big, nech si pytlík, píčo chci big, big
A když kunda mluví moc, potřebuje dick, dick, dick, big dick
A když kunda mluví moc, potřebuje dick
Na čo to počúvaš, keď ta to nebaví, tak to vypni
Houston, Houston, máme problém, ale nie Whitney
Odtrhnutý z reťaze, idem tak ako Jet Li
808, A51, Milion — track je v pytli
Rock and roll od doby, čo som vydal von 333
Nemám vysokú, no na ulici vždy bol chytrý
Karlo je meno, čo poznajú od Varov do Nitry
Ovca nepřežila, ale vlk ostane sytý
Je to v pytli, kráska na mym pytli
Říkám jí: «Baby, musim makat, ať jsou prachy v pytli» (Moolah)
Weed v mym pytli, to neni gramovej pytlik
Byznys, byznys, furt grinduju, ne,
neni to lip trick
Je to v pytli, kráska na mym pytli
Říkám jí: «Baby, musim makat, ať jsou prachy v pytli» (Cash)
Weed v mym pytli, to neni gramovej pytlik
Byznys, byznys, furt grinduju, ne,
neni to lip trick
No homo, když řeknu, že běžim za pytlem, kurva, hey

(translation)

I definitely know that I don't want to do any more drill tracks
It's in the bag, man (This track is called the bag, man)
It's in the bag, beauty on my bag
I tell her, «Baby, I gotta grind, keep the money in the bag» (Moolah)
Weed in my bag, it's not a gram bag
Business, business, I'm still grinding, no
it's not a lip trick
It's in the bag, beauty on my bag
I tell her: «Baby, I gotta work hard, keep the money in the bag» (Cash)
Weed in my bag, it's not a gram bag
Business, business, I'm still grinding, no
it's not a lip trick
I got a gun in my belt (Brr, brr), no, it's a big dick
She put lipstick on him, I don't have time, I have to go record another big hit
Fun first, business second, my job is both — god, thanks
And I'm still not in my sack, hungry — I want bread, cheese and chips
That's why I still grind like Tony, I still grind like Rodney
I still grind like Danny, but I don't ride like them
I don't have a deck under my feet, but I still grind like Rob Dyrdek
I had a dream at night, I woke up in the morning, I said to myself: «I will take it»
It's in the bag, but we're used to it
My rags smell like a flower and my best fella is now a scumbag
We will arrange a click clack for all the scumbags, a camouflage on ourselves, a migrant herself
THC vision, big boy Russian, I'm on the mission
I learn to fly, I click buttons for loot, I print money in the living room
I can't have guna, I would shoot, I was happy
With me boys, have a big bag, a big suitcase and the car is fast
Even two people can fit, adding more will be nonsense
It's in the bag, beauty on my bag
I tell her, «Baby, I gotta grind, keep the money in the bag» (Moolah)
Weed in my bag, it's not a gram bag
Business, business, I'm still grinding, no
it's not a lip trick
It's in the bag, beauty on my bag
I tell her: «Baby, I gotta work hard, keep the money in the bag» (Cash)
Weed in my bag, it's not a gram bag
Business, business, I'm still grinding, no
it's not a lip trick
Make money (Make money), I won't end up in the sack (I won't end up in the sack)
Fuck it
(Prcat hoe), I won't end up in the sack (I won't end up in the sack)
Money from the bag to the pockets and narcotics from the bag to the head to the tongue and to the lungs
Life is good when you do
cheese
, hey (When you make money)
My life is certainly not boring, I'm not sitting at home in the middle of nowhere
I got the tablecloth on the table, her ass up and my head down (Down, down)
Where I Got Balls (Where I Got Balls)
Fuck cumshot, all I shoot (Grrr)
My finger is in the cup like a bibimbap, something is going to happen when I get there
Million+ like Shake Junt
pour like Bam Margera
Wearing Stone, not Margiela,
VS stone
, not zirconia
is custom
i spin like a spitfire i get a flip
Nik and Smack, flows are sick, every track is heat
Big, big, keep the bag, cuz I want big, big
And when a cunt talks a lot, she needs a dick, dick, dick, big dick
And when a cunt talks too much, she needs a dick
What's the point of listening to it, if you don't enjoy it, turn it off
Houston, Houston, we have a problem, but not Whitney
Unchained, I'm going like Jet Li
808, A51, Milion — the track is in the bag
Rock and roll since I released von 333
I don't have a college degree, but he was always street smart
Karlo is a name they recognize from Varov to Nitra
The sheep did not survive, but the wolf remains full
It's in the bag, beauty on my bag
I tell her, «Baby, I gotta grind, keep the money in the bag» (Moolah)
Weed in my bag, it's not a gram bag
Business, business, I'm still grinding, no
it's not a lip trick
It's in the bag, beauty on my bag
I tell her: «Baby, I gotta work hard, keep the money in the bag» (Cash)
Weed in my bag, it's not a gram bag
Business, business, I'm still grinding, no
it's not a lip trick
Well, man, if I say I'm running for the sack, fuck, hey