Текст и перевод песни Mimi Mercedez - Mimi Opel

Mimi Opel

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Ovo ostavi hahaha

Prva brzina, klizim Konjarnikom kao avet
Nemam stantere, ja sam Ghost Rider
Nemam ghostwritere, ja sam ghostwriter
Dve bele linije - Dodge Viper
Dve hiljadarke, dupli Džordž Vajfert
I tol'ko sam iznad da kupim i snajper
Da svako ko izda il' ispadne pajser
Elimimišem, elimimišem, eliminišem

He, he
He, he
Bam-bam, bam-bam

Pre nekoliko 'dina bila drogirana lajsna
Ali s više stila nego hromirana lajsna
Pa ne mogu da budem neka novinarka Vice-a
Već vozač kada putem ide polirana Astra
Ne mogu da budem ni isfolirana mačka (Mjau)
Već vozač kada putem ide polirana Astra
Ja sam se i cimala i borila za prava
Gasa što sam smislila i stvorila ga sama
Mene razlikuje jedna stvar od napaljene stoke
To su ove prefinjene, zatamljene stopke
Pljunem svakog pajsera što opljuje mi Opel
Šta zna civil šta je stil? Neko boji kola oker

Imam hajdučki duh, imam mangupski trip
Ja se namrštim kad vidim pandurski džip
Imam pamučni duks, imam vazdušni đon
Imam majmunski njuh kada nanjušim tron
Pa se verem i verem, pa se verem i verem
Pa se derem i derem, pa se derem i derem
Svoje plodove berem, svoje plodove berem
Na ove botove serem, na ove botove serem

Ribe žele sve na tacni dele noževe u leđa
Moje sestre su ortaci, uvek loše iz solfeđa
Ne umem da pevam, neću da pevam
Više volim Opel C-a nego mene moja keva
Elengancija sine, felne glancaj da sija
Da ne poseti te moja delegacija, sine
Nemoj da se vide neki znaci prašine
Da ne bi pala eksproprijacija, sine
Iz medija na nastup, iz Megija u Astru
Sad mogu da budem multimedijalni mogul
Kol'ko gotivim, toliko prebila bih Rastu
Što ne počne da vežba i što ne obrije glavu
Svako želi slavu bez da uprlja ruke
To je odskočna daska al' od Kapetana Kuke
Sad si najamni radnik neke nebitne grupe
Kad te zamenim mlađim, ti se jebi u dupe
Vidi, reperi imaju jezički skill
Ližu se bolje od lezbejki i
Imaju baš bujnu maštu na tripu
A nemaju pare niti ekipu
Proveri da l' je velika da stignem u džipu
Ne seri da ne želiš da mu premeriš felne
U eri gde su žene zveri a reperi žene
Ti se usmeri na mene

Imam hajdučki duh, imam manguski trip
Ja se namrštim kad vidim pandurski džip
Imam pamučni duks, imam vazdušni đon
Imam majmunski njuh kada nanjušim tron
Pa se verem i verem, pa se verem i verem
Pa se derem i derem, pa se derem i derem
Svoje plodove berem, svoje plodove berem
Na ove botove serem, na ove botove serem

Radim najbolje što mogu, to je najbolje od svih
Oni postave mi nogu, a ja najmanje od njih
Očekujem zlobu, ali padanje je film
Koji neće gledati ni da me razvale u list
Bejzbolkama, oni bleje s devojkama
Koje padaju na preglede i pomen petsto grama
Bilo bi do jaja da tu ima nešto blama
Ali zašto bi kad pune petnaest sad za pet-šest dana
Oni neće da se bune ni da je za metar dana
Već će da ih pune i da glume Petra Pana
Jebači devojčica, rasipači kondiloma
Zovite me Zvončica, moje ime zvoni zvona
Mwah

Mimi Opel

Wait, I'm too fat
Leave this hahaha

First gear, I'm gliding through Konjarnik like a ghost
I don't have stunt doubles, I'm the Ghost Rider
I don't have ghostwriters, I am the ghostwriter
Two white lines - Dodge Viper
Two thousand euro bills, double George Wythe
And I'm so high up, I could buy a sniper
To eliminate anyone who betrays or turns out to be a crowbar
Eliminate, eliminate, eliminate

Heh, heh
Heh, heh
Bam-bam, bam-bam

A few years ago, I was a drugged-up mess
But with more style than a chrome strip
So I can't be some Vice journalist
But rather the driver when a polished Astra cruises by
I can't be a fake cat either (Meow)
But rather the driver when a polished Astra cruises by
I struggled and fought for rights
For the gas that I came up with and created myself
One thing separates me from horny cattle
It's these refined, tinted taillights
I spit on every crowbar who disses my Opel
What does a civilian know about style? Someone paints their car ochre

I have a rebellious spirit, a gangster trip
I frown when I see a cop's jeep
I have a cotton hoodie, air-cushioned soles
I have a monkey's sense of smell when I sniff out the throne
So I climb and climb, and climb and climb
And I scream and scream, and scream and scream
I reap my rewards, I reap my rewards
I shit on these bots, I shit on these bots

Fish want everything on a platter, they deal knives in the back
My sisters are my partners, always bad at solfeggio
I can't sing, I won't sing
I love my Opel C more than my own mother loves me
Elegance, son, polish the rims to shine
So my delegation doesn't pay you a visit, son
Don't let any signs of dust be seen
So there won't be an expropriation, son
From the media to the gig, from Megi to the Astra
Now I can be a multimedia mogul
As much as I like him, I'd beat up Rasta
For not starting to exercise and shave his head
Everyone wants fame without getting their hands dirty
It's a springboard but from Captain Hook
Now you're a hired hand for some unimportant group
When I replace you with someone younger, go fuck yourself
See, rappers have linguistic skills
They lick each other better than lesbians and
They have a really wild imagination on a trip
But they have no money or crew
Check if it's big enough for me to fit in the jeep
Don't bullshit, you want to measure his rims
In an era where women are beasts and rappers are women
Focus on me

I have a rebellious spirit, a gangster trip
I frown when I see a cop's jeep
I have a cotton hoodie, air-cushioned soles
I have a monkey's sense of smell when I sniff out the throne
So I climb and climb, and climb and climb
And I scream and scream, and scream and scream
I reap my rewards, I reap my rewards
I shit on these bots, I shit on these bots

I do the best I can, it's the best of all
They trip me up, and I'm the smallest of them
I expect malice, but falling is a movie
That no one will watch even if they tear me apart
With baseball bats, they hang out with girls
Who fall for views and the mention of five hundred grams
It would be awesome if there was some shame there
But why would there be when they'll be full in fifteen days for five-six days' work
They won't complain even if it's a meter away
Instead, they'll keep filling them up and pretending to be Peter Pan
Fuckers of little girls, spreaders of condylomas
Call me Tinkerbell, my name rings bells
Mwah