Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dilerska, artist - Surreal. Date of issue: 14.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Dilerska(original) |
| O, da, samo prodaje se droga |
| Tebra, pravim, bre, sto evrića dnevno minimum matori |
| Aaaah! |
| I neću da padnem |
| Yeah, uh |
| Nemoj ništa da pričaš preko telefona, matori |
| Samo dođi sutra i sve može |
| Aaaah! |
| Prodao sam kilu, a zaradio sam kitu |
| Da mi ide tol’ko dnevno, onda uzeo bi' kintu |
| Opet imam više keša nego ti |
| Jedem pedes' evra dnevno, tebra, to smo mi |
| «Narkomani», nazivaju nas drugovi |
| U stvari smo im samo droga i dugovi |
| Ribe puše karu, jer lože se na priču |
| A priču imam staru — može sve, al' samo tiću |
| Keve kukaju i plaču, klinci ne idu u školu |
| Deca šljakaju u kraju, duvaju i prave lovu |
| Pa-keti im na jaju, na telefon samo zovu |
| Svaki dan mi ode, tebra, kao tebi za Novu |
| Zato slušaj pesmu ovu, mrdaj levo-desno glavom |
| Mene zovi, ja ne sečem, mi smo dileri sa stavom |
| Imam žuto-bele treše, uzmi častiću te travom |
| Kaktus, 'čurke, koca, burek, malo provozaj se sa mnom |
| Ja sam droga, bitch |
| Krešo Bengalka, u žilu ti pošaljem vraga |
| Pravim trostruke pare od droge, kese i zraka |
| Na mobitelu umuknem, razvežem se uživo |
| (translation) |
| Oh yeah, just selling drugs |
| Tebra, I make, well, one hundred evrića a day, minimum, old people |
| Aaaah! |
| And I will not fall |
| Yeah, uh |
| Don't talk on the phone, old people |
| Just come tomorrow and anything is possible |
| Aaaah! |
| I sold a kilo, and I made a fortune |
| If I had that much a day, then I would take a penny |
| Again, I have more cash than you |
| I eat fifty euros a day, tebra, that's us |
| "Drug addicts", our friends call us |
| In fact, we are just drugs and debts for them |
| Pisces smokes cara, because they get fired up for a story |
| And I have an old story - anything is possible, but only tichi |
| The kids are whining and crying, the kids don't go to school |
| Children are slathering in the end, blowing and hunting |
| Pa-keti just calls them on the phone |
| Every day goes to me, tebra, like to you for New Year |
| So listen to this song, move your head left and right |
| Call me, I don't cut corners, we are dealers with attitude |
| I have yellow and white cherries, take a piece of grass |
| Cactus, 'kurke, koca, burek, take a little ride with me |
| I'm dope, bitch |
| Cresso Bengalka, I'm sending the devil into your veins |
| I make triple vapors from drugs, bags and air |
| I shut up on my cell phone, get divorced live |