Текст и перевод песни LCone - Ratatata (Bonus Track)

Ratatata (Bonus Track)

Ech schiss uf Sluts ade Bar
Es gehd Shots ade Bar
Ech betrenke mech au trotz Magedarm
Arschfenger för de Job jede Tag
Trotzdem Cash muess mer ha
Fuck de Cash muess mer ha
Es gehd Lüt wo mech fired för die Lüt geds Konzärt
Es gehd Fläsche ufs Huus well die Bütel send läär
Dini Fröndin esch ugly sie hed Döner im Schritt
Man dis side chick esch fett doch mis main chick esch lit
Wenn mi suechsch log ech stoh bi de Lüt
Voll uf Droge im Züg bes am Morge am 3
Wenn mi suechsch lüt mer ah uf de Stell
Log ech rase im Benz metme Maa vom Kartell
Mix de, mix de Vodka met Schlofmangel
Am Donnschtig Obe met de Psychos im Schof hange
Dini Jungs send uf Stoff jede Tag
Ech be au chli uf Stoff aber bsoffe in Prag

Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata
Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata
Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata
Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata

Du machsch es Picture för Soziali Medie
Ech mach es Picture vom Gott ide Ferie
Ech han chli Molly ond Flex bi de Bardame bstellt
Ben eh Meschig zwösche Penner ond Karl Lagerfeld
Next level Krösus, im Chopf no eh Fötus
Doch bi dim wacke Sound do helft ned mol en Ghörschotz
Im Club meteme Gsecht vomene Halbtote
Ech ha das scho gseid doch scheissegal ech be alt worde

Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata
Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata
Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata
Sluts ade Bar es gehd Shots ade Bar
Mini Gun ii dim Gsecht, die macht Ratatata

Ratatata (Bonus Track)

I piss on sluts at the bar
There are shots at the bar
I get drunk even though I have stomach flu
Ass licker for the job every day
Still, we need money
Fuck the money, we need it
There are people who fire me because of the people the concerts are for
There are bottles on the house because the bags are empty
Your girlfriend is ugly, she has a kebab in her crotch
Man, your side chick is fat, but my main chick is hot
If you're looking for me, I'm at the bar with people
High on drugs on the train, I'm at 3 in the morning
If you're looking for me, call me right away
I'm driving in a Benz with a guy from the cartel
Mix, mix the vodka with lack of sleep
Thursday night, hanging out with the psychos in the barn
Your boys are on drugs every day
I'm a little high too, but drunk in Prague

Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata
Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata
Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata
Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata

You take a picture for social media
I take a picture of God on vacation
I ordered some molly and flex from the barmaid
I'm a mixture of a bum and Karl Lagerfeld
Next level Croesus, still a fetus in my head
But with your shaky sound there, not even ear protection will help
In the club with the face of a half-dead man
I said this already, but whatever, I've gotten old

Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata
Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata
Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata
Sluts at the bar, there are shots at the bar
My gun in your face, it goes Ratatata