Paroles et traduction Fox - Pare, Kola, Kucke

Pare, Kola, Kucke

Trap guru, trap boss
Nikad vise siromasan
Mala, vodim te na vrh
Ej, ej

Pare, kola, kucke
Pare, pare, kola, kucke
'Ocu pare, kola, kucke
Pare, pare, kola, kucke

Pare, pare, kola, kucke
Pare, pare, kola, kucke
'Ocu pare, kola, kucke
Pare, pare, kola, kucke, kucke

Atina srpska, Novi Sad
Peti vek, zlatno doba, Perikle
Pare, kola, kucke, pare, pare, kola, kucke
'Ocu pare, kola, kucke, pare, pare, kola, kucke

Dosta je bilo bede
Dosta je siromastva
Kakvo more, koje ribe
Nisam im'o brasno

Cak ni mobilni, ma koji crni air max
Dugi hodnici, bio sam djak pesak
Ugalj unosim, radim muske poslove
Ruke su mi modre, krpim svoje busne djonove

Bez struje ceo mesec, ali ispod svece
Spoznao sam sve od Tesle, bas sve
Bez caleta sam gurao, cesto zivot grozan
Nisam nikad nista ukrao jer bio bi to poraz

Borac ne place bicem kad ga sibaju
Borac preskace prepreke kad likuju
Mrzim nepravdu kao tatine sinove
Pamtim te nitkove, pretvoricu ih sve u kiklope

Al' bitno je da znate, uzecemo pare
Sad svi ponavljajte mantre

Trava, koka, 'kser
Gajba, gamad proda sve
Vaga, ranac, lova, greh
Ja sam strasna, grozna zver, kazem

Dilov'o sam travu da bih se prehranio
Zurke su me ponele, fakultet sam batalio
Blejao sa kurvama, poslovao s gnjidama
Uradio sam picke, znas ipak sam ja lisica, fox

Pickopacenici s malom kitom
Misle da ce proci, da ce moci s pravom kintom
Hocu zivot siguran, ponekad gorim iznutra
Ja sam nekrsteno dete, ali volim Isusa

Ovaj trap album je najbolji u drzavi
Novcanici nikad vise nece biti mrsavi, krsta mi
Album ne mora niko da objavi
Pravim pare, radim pos'o cim se pojavim

Motam indza,
Gutam 'kser
Onda vinjak puta pet
Krimi igra, gengsta sin
Krimi riba, gengsta kci

Money, Girls, Cars

Trap guru, trap boss
Never poor again
Baby, I'll take you to the top
Yo, yo

Money, girls, cars
Money, money, girls, cars
Hey, money, girls, cars
Money, money, girls, cars

Money, money, girls, cars
Money, money, girls, cars
Hey, money, girls, cars
Money, money, girls, cars, cars

Serbian Athens, Novi Sad
Fifth century, golden age, Pericles
Money, girls, cars, money, money, girls, cars
Hey, money, girls, cars, money, money, girls, cars

Enough of poverty
Enough of being poor
What ocean, what fish
I didn't have flour

Not even a cell phone, not even a black Air Max
Long corridors, I was a janitor
I carried coal, I did men's work
My hands are blue, I mend my own torn jeans

No electricity for a whole month, but by candlelight
I learned everything from Tesla, everything
I pushed without shoes, life was often horrible
I never stole anything because it would be a defeat

A warrior doesn't cry when he is whipped
A warrior jumps over obstacles when they rejoice
I hate injustice like my father's sons
I remember you worthless ones, I'll turn you all into cyclops

But it's important to know, we'll take money
Now everyone repeat the mantras

Weed, coke, ecstasy
Crate, vermin, dope
Scale, backpack, money, sin
I'm a terrible, horrible beast, I say

I sold weed to feed myself
Parties took me away, I dropped out of college
Flirted with bitches, did business with jerks
I did pussies, you know I'm still a fox

Pickup passengers with a small whale
They think they'll get by, they can with the right money
I want a safe life, sometimes I burn inside
I'm an unbaptized child, but I love Jesus

This trap album is the best in the country
Bills will never be thin again, cross my heart
No one has to publish the album
I make money, I do business as soon as I show up

I smoke weed,
I swallow ecstasy
Then five times brandy
Crime game, gangster son
Crime fish, gangster daughter