Текст и перевод песни Jala Brat feat. Buba Corelli & N3R4 - Bebi - N3R4 Remix

Bebi - N3R4 Remix

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

Bebi - N3R4 Remix

Baby, don't know what's going on, your body's oh-la-la
And at first glance, you already had me all messed up, blown away
You didn't think twice, you didn't hold back
You say you've been drinking and smoking all night
Little girl rolls up weed with a little bit of tobacco to the rhythm
Little girl like Rita Ora, blonde, skin like a Cuban
And once again, you do this to me on purpose
Sinking like I've been drinking lean
And seconds play on my mind
To take off my Supreme from me
Baby, you're the shit, baby, you're the whole thing
Jala goes wild here like Pac in '95
That beautiful face, who wouldn't hit on it?
Who wouldn't believe your lies blindly?

But you would be in my vault, yeah
But I wouldn't get tied down
But you would be on my throne, yeah
And you would do it often

And all she wants is a Gucci interior, yeah
No doubt, baby is like from a magazine, yeah
Eyes full of shine, she gives it like Maya
But a gaze as cold as the top of the Himalayas

E-e-e-e-this
That baby, mmm
E-e-e-this
That baby, mmm
E-e
Mmm, e

I'm 15 grand, good, baby, I've blown my load, yeah
My kajla tozla white, cost me, humiliated, yeah
Bottle of Cîroc, Louis bag, she's trippin' out
Bottle of Cîroc, she wants me to take her by the hand
Yapping, yapping, yapping dough for Benz
The air is now filled with the scent of Kenza
Calls on FaceTime, doesn't know where I am, no
Pocket full of cash, safe full of VVSs, yeah
You're not Esma, no, but you'll be a song, hey
She gives, she doesn't stop, she's the strongest, she's aware
Heart's a piece of ice, looks at me, but doesn't care
Ah, why isn't sadness snow that would disappear when it dawns?

But you would be in my vault, yeah
But I wouldn't get tied down
But you would be on my throne, yeah
And you would do it often

And all she wants is a Gucci interior, yeah
No doubt, baby is like from a magazine, yeah
Eyes full of shine, she gives it like Maya
But a gaze as cold as the top of the Himalayas

E-e-e-e-this
That baby, mmm
E-e-e-this
That baby, mmm
E-e
Mmm, e