Текст и перевод песни L.O.C. - Bvlgari

Bvlgari

I Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent & Bvlgari
Mens I går rundt, i noget kluns, man ligner en nar i
(Fuck jer)
I Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent & Bvlgari
Mens I går rundt, i noget kluns, man ligner en nar i

Jeg har jo sagt at jeg stirrer mig blind
Jeg er forblændet af de finere ting
Jeg er stilforvirret, jep tjek nu bare
En proletar, der' gennemdyppet af mærkevarer
På min side, skinner solen så stærkt
Det på med Chrome Hearts, Louis Vuitton Millionaires
Og fuck hvor jeg passer den
Takket være deroppe du ku' shoppe?
Jeg' en duffle bag boy ligesom Little Weezy
Med Tiger Of Sweden for din kvinde hun kan li' det
Folk popper cutter hvis de vil det
Heromkring popper vi kun prisskilte
Frisk' ud af boksen, mine sneaks de skinner
Det' Ted Baker, '06 vinter
Og de matcher min' boxershorts
Når jeg ikk' er i Nation Up North eller Lacoste
For kun det bedste skal holde om min pik
Jeg tørrer mig kun af hvis det er Versace
For jeg dufter så smukt af Creed
Det Silver Mountain water ligesom elvis
Paul Smith money clip til min' penge
Og da min hund er min allerbedste ven
Siger diamanter mig ingenting
Ja, det er faktisk ligefør at jeg er antibling
Jeg går kun i hvidguld bitch
For det ligner sølv men det er det ikk
Fuck din' Air Force One, din' Evisu bukser
Og din New Era cap til 200 kroner
Din Marc Ecko sweater, du stinker af Axe
Alligevel vil du have at vi skal synes at du er flash
Dit tøj det er nem matematik
Mens min'? alene de koster 9 klik
Så fuck din bandana med pallietter
Du ligner "livet er fedt" bare 30 kilo lettere
Ja endda i Lacoste sutsko
Og hvis jeg ska' nedgrader' bli'r det fucking umbro

I Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent & Bvlgari
Mens I går rundt, i noget kluns, man ligner en nar i
(Fuck jer)
I Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent & Bvlgari
Mens I går rundt, i noget kluns, man ligner en nar i

Bvlgari

I wear Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent and Bvlgari
While you just walk around, in some trashy clothes, looking like a fool
(Fuck you)
I wear Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent and Bvlgari
While you just walk around, in some trashy clothes, looking like a fool

I've already told you that I'm going blind staring
I'm dazzled by the finer things
I'm confused about style, yes check it out
A proletarian, who's soaked in designer brands
On my side, the sun is shining so bright
So put on Chrome Hearts, Louis Vuitton Millionaires
And damn I look good
Thanks to up there, can you shop?
I'm a duffle bag boy just like Lil' Wayne
With Tiger Of Sweden for your woman, she'll love it
People pop cutters if that's what they want
Around here we only pop price tags
Fresh out of the box, my sneakers are shining
They're Ted Baker, winter '06
And they match my boxer shorts
When I'm not in Nation Up North or Lacoste
Because only the best should wrap around my dick
I only dry myself if it's Versace
Because I smell so nice of Creed
That Silver Mountain Water just like Elvis
Paul Smith money clip for my money
Because my dog is my very best friend
Diamonds tell me nothing
Yes, it's actually almost like I'm anti-bling
I only wear white gold baby
Because it looks like silver but it isn't
Fuck your Air Force One, your Evisu pants
And your New Era cap for 200 kroner
Your Marc Ecko sweater, you stink of Axe
And you still want us to think that you're flash
Your clothes are easy maths
While mine? They cost 9 clicks alone
So fuck your bandana with sequins
You look like "Life is cool" but 30 kilos lighter
Yes, even in Lacoste slippers
And if I'm going to downgrade, it'll be fucking Umbro

I wear Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent and Bvlgari
While you just walk around, in some trashy clothes, looking like a fool
(Fuck you)
I wear Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint Laurent and Bvlgari
While you just walk around, in some trashy clothes, looking like a fool