Текст и перевод песни Jala Brat feat. Buba Corelli & Coby - O.d.d.d.

O.d.d.d.

Čuvala me kada smo pravili djela
A to dobro pamtim
Htjela me kad me nijedna nije htjela
Zato su sad na njoj dijamanti
U separeu prosipam flaše Belaire-a
Novi Rollie mi sija k'o briljantin
Sad vidi kako vozim bijelog BMW-a
Preko bijelog odjela Gucci mantil
Mama zove, kaže da sve je OK sad
Menadžeri me zovu na FaceTime
Imperia sve je oko nje sad
Oči mi suze, ona me ljubi jer sve zna
Duboko u noć za braću pijem i prolijem
I neće me proć', sve mi liči na čarolije
Moji neće Swatch, hoće Rollie, Rollie, Rollieje
A ona ima moć da me voli, yeah

Ostavi nam fin stol, noćas pravimo ceh
To dupe pod tim jeansom navodi me na grijeh
Niko ne gleda isto od kad imam pun sef
Ona gleda me pristojno, a želimo isto

A, mama, vidi me sad, na TV-u koji god program
U novom BMW-u na 20 cola se rolam
Klubovi gore, stolovi puni patrona
Iz Diadore do Diora
Klubovi gore, stolovi puni patrona
Iz Diadore do Diora
Klubovi gore, stolovi puni patrona

Šta se pije?

Ljudi se menjaju k'o vreme
Sa više para imaš veće probleme
Da nije bilo tebe, ne bi bilo mene
Ja sam minus a ti plus, privlačimo se, magneti
Zatresi taj guz, um mi poremeti
Nekad bus, sada imamo za Bentley
Šta sve zajedno smo prošli, kad se setim
Trnovit je taj put od prosjaka do kralja
Ko je sada tu? Coby, Buba, Jala
Zna nas svaki klub i svaka mahala, mala
A došli smo iz kraja

Ostavi nam fin stol, noćas pravimo ceh
To dupe pod tim jeansom navodi me na grijeh
Niko ne gleda isto od kad imam pun sef
Ona gleda me pristojno, a želimo isto

A, mama, vidi me sad, na TV-u koji god program
U novom BMW-u na 20 cola se rolam
Klubovi gore, stolovi puni patrona
Iz Diadore do Diora
Klubovi gore, stolovi puni patrona
Iz Diadore do Diora
Klubovi gore, stolovi puni patrona

Šta se pije?

O.d.d.d.

You protected me when we were making our moves
And I remember that well
You wanted me when no one else did
That's why you're covered in diamonds now
I'm pouring out bottles of Belaire in the VIP section
My new Rollie shines like a diamond
Now see how I drive a white BMW
A Gucci coat over a white suit
Mom calls, says everything is OK now
Managers call me on FaceTime
Imperia, everything revolves around her now
My eyes are tearing up, she kisses me because she knows everything
Deep into the night, I drink and spill for the brothers
And it won't pass, everything looks like magic to me
My guys don't want Swatch, they want Rollie, Rollie, Rollies
And she has the power to love me, yeah

Leave us a nice table, we're making a scene tonight
That ass in those jeans is leading me to sin
No one looks at me the same since I have a full safe
She looks at me politely, but we want the same thing

And, Mom, see me now, on TV, whatever program
Rolling in my new BMW on 20-inch rims
Clubs are on fire, tables full of patrons
From Diadora to Dior
Clubs are on fire, tables full of patrons
From Diadora to Dior
Clubs are on fire, tables full of patrons

What's to drink?

People change like the weather
The more money you have, the bigger the problems
If it wasn't for you, there wouldn't be me
I'm a minus, you're a plus, we attract each other, like magnets
Shake that ass, you're messing with my mind
Used to take the bus, now we have a Bentley
What we went through together, when I think back
It's a thorny path from pauper to king
Who's here now? Coby, Buba, Jala
Every club and every neighborhood knows us, baby
And we came from the hood

Leave us a nice table, we're making a scene tonight
That ass in those jeans is leading me to sin
No one looks at me the same since I have a full safe
She looks at me politely, but we want the same thing

And, Mom, see me now, on TV, whatever program
Rolling in my new BMW on 20-inch rims
Clubs are on fire, tables full of patrons
From Diadora to Dior
Clubs are on fire, tables full of patrons
From Diadora to Dior
Clubs are on fire, tables full of patrons

What's to drink?