Paroles et traduction Jala Brat feat. Buba Corelli - Bebi

Bebi

Bebo, ne znam šta je reč, to tijelo je ooh-la-la
I na prvu si me već smuvala, oduvala
Ni malo nisi dumala, nisi se čuvala
Kažeš da cijelu si večer pila i duvala
Mala na ritam rola gandžu sa malo duhana
Mala k'o Rita Ora, plava, ten kao Kubana
I opet namjerno mi to radiš
Spušta k'o da pio sam lean
I sekunde rade o glavi
Da sa mene svuče Supreme
Mala ti si beton, mala ti si sve to
Jala ovdje hara k'o Pac '95-om
To lice lijepo, ko mu ne bi tep'o?
Ko mu ne bi laži vjerovao slijepo?

A ti bi u moj trezor, je
A ja se ne bi vez'o
A ti bi na moj prijesto, a
I radila bi to često

I sve što želi je Gucci enterijer, e
Nema šta, bebi je k'o sa revije, e
Oči pune sjaja, daje ga k'o Maya
A pogled leden kao vrh Himalaja

E-e-e-e-to
To bebi, mmm
E-e-e-to
To bebi, mmm
E-e
Mmm, e

Ja 15 soma, bona, bebo, puk'o sam na čuku, je
Kajla moja tozla bijelo, koštala me bruku je
Boca Cîroca, Louis torba, ona lumpuje
Boca Cîroca, hoće da vodam za ruku je
Šteka, šteka, šteka keš za Benza
Zrakom se sad širi miris Kenza
Zove na Facetime, ne zna gdje sam, ne
Džep pun keša, sef pun VVS-a je
Nisi Esma, ne, ali bit' ćeš pjesma, ej
Daje, ne staje, najjača je, svjesna je
Srce komad leda je, gleda me, al' ne haje
Eh, što nije tuga snijeg da kad svane nestane?

A ti bi u moj trezor, je
A ja se ne bi vez'o
A ti bi na moj prijesto, a
I radila bi to često

I sve što želi je Gucci enterijer, e
Nema šta, bebi je k'o sa revije, e
Oči pune sjaja, daje ga k'o Maya
A pogled leden kao vrh Himalaja

E-e-e-e-to
To bebi, mmm
E-e-e-to
To bebi, mmm
E-e
Mmm, e

Baby

Baby, I don't know what it is, that body is ooh-la-la
And on the first night you blew my mind, you blew me away
You didn't think twice, you didn't hold back
You say you drank and smoked all night long
Baby, you roll the joint with a little tobacco
Baby like Rita Ora, blonde, skin like a Cuban
And once again, you do this to me on purpose
You make me feel like I've drunk lean
And the seconds go by in my head
So that you can take off my Supreme
Baby, you're concrete, baby, you're everything
Jala is going crazy here like Pac in '95
That beautiful face, who wouldn't fall for it?
Who wouldn't blindly believe your lies?

But you want to be in my vault
And I wouldn't get attached
But you want to be on my throne
And you would do it often

And all she wants is a Gucci interior
No doubt, baby is like something out of a magazine
Eyes full of sparkle, she gives it like Maya
But she looks as cold as the top of the Himalayas

Uh-uh-uh-uh-huh
That's for you, baby, mmm
Uh-uh-uh-huh
That's for you, baby, mmm
Uh-uh
Mmm, uh

I'm going to spend a fortune, baby, I blew it on a hooker
My white Tozla girl cost me a fortune
A bottle of Cîroc, Louis Vuitton bag, she's crazy
A bottle of Cîroc, she wants me to lead her by the hand
She yells, she yells, she yells for money for a Benz
The air is now filled with the scent of Kenzo
She calls on FaceTime, she doesn't know where I am, no
Pockets full of money, safe full of VVSs
You're not Esma, no, but you're going to be a song
She goes on and on, she's the strongest, she knows it
Her heart is a piece of ice, she looks at me but doesn't care
Oh, why can't sadness be snow that disappears when the sun comes up?

But you want to be in my vault
And I wouldn't get attached
But you want to be on my throne
And you would do it often

And all she wants is a Gucci interior
No doubt, baby is like something out of a magazine
Eyes full of sparkle, she gives it like Maya
But she looks as cold as the top of the Himalayas

Uh-uh-uh-uh-huh
That's for you, baby, mmm
Uh-uh-uh-huh
That's for you, baby, mmm
Uh-uh
Mmm, uh