Текст и перевод песни Wonka - Vondt i Hodet

Vondt i Hodet

Snakke for my æ får vondt oppi hode
D e wonka på beaten du kan ikke tro d
Æ poppe fra ingenting klatre t toppen
Og sippe fra glass mens du sippe fra koppen

Pull up på letten vil nå helikopter
Gjør rap om t peng men æ treng en adapter
Vil ha fint barn uten å adopter
Og ber hver dag at d ikke e en datter

Snakke for my æ får vondt oppi hode
D e wonka på beaten du kan ikke tro d
Æ poppe fra ingenting klatre t toppen
Og sippe fra glass mens du sippe fra koppen

Pull up på letten vil nå helikopter
Gjør rap om t peng men æ treng en adapter
Vil ha fint barn uten å adopter
Og ber hver dag at d ikke e en datter

Tok med hefti mæbe hjem se på klokka
E 4 på natta blir fort varm med sokka
Hu ligg bare tenke æ spørr e d nåkka
Æ e vennen t exen din, ekke d fakka?

Tappe ikke samme jenta for mang gang
Æ sir hade bra før hu starte forlang
At æ ska vær godgutt, dra på restaurant
Og gi hu alt mitt, kreve hjerte tilgang

Æ sir baby wonka e solo diablo
Æ har ingen kompisa som e palolo
Og alle har vært med siden æ va nullo
Bro om du skal snakk t mæ slå av tremolo

D ekke no vits å vær sjenert rundt mæ
Om du vise respekt æ ska vis d t dæ
Og om du e godkar du blir med å balle
Æ hakke problem, hær e ball dær e måle

Snakke for my æ får vondt oppi hode
D e wonka på beaten du kan ikke tro d
Æ poppe fra ingenting klatre t toppen
Og sippe fra glass mens du sippe fra koppen

Pull up på letten vil nå helikopter
Gjør rap om t peng men æ treng en adapter
Vil ha fint barn uten å adopter
Og ber hver dag at d ikke e en datter

Du klare ikke skår hvis du ikke tør skyt
Chase dine drømma, d kjæm t bli sykt
Du ler av mæ no men du ende rema
Og skrape opp penga bare for å se mæ

Ingen klare stopp mæ, æ har bestemt mæ
æ ska t topp, ja d e bare å flytt sæ
Henny i helga og champis på bursdag
Tar med mæ næsen om vi skal på turdag

Chille med boysa du vet kor vi e
Rosenborg, Persaunet bare kom se
Fineste bydelene i trondheim e
Rosenborg, Persaunet ferdig med d

Chille med boysa du vet kor vi e
Rosenborg, Persaunet bare kom se
Fineste bydelene i trondheim e
Rosenborg, Persaunet ferdig med d

Snakke for my æ får vondt oppi hode
D e wonka på beaten du kan ikke tro d
Æ poppe fra ingenting klatre t toppen
Og sippe fra glass mens du sippe fra koppen

Pull up på letten vil nå helikopter
Gjør rap om t peng men æ treng en adapter
Vil ha fint barn uten å adopter
Og ber hver dag at d ikke e en datter

Hu starte å tro at hu e spesiell
Alle gutta sett hu, no wifey materiell
Hu pose på insta som pornomodell
Æ vet bare ei som e eksepsjonell

Alle jenta tror at dæm e en dronning
Du e kanskje søt ikke søter enn honning
Wonka på beaten æ spitte som konge
Ordan går som slag du kan kall d allonge

Æ skriv masse sanga dæm alle e bangers
Hu starte vær frekk, shawty you should get manners
Æ like ikke jenta som acte som diva
Og røyke bare kvalitet, keef og sativa

Kall mæ slim shady æ sir yo ka skjer
Du tror d e diss æ tar d som seier
Ikke kom hit om du ska distraher
Vi ska start et imperium kall mæ keiser

Snakke for my æ får vondt oppi hode
D e wonka på beaten du kan ikke tro d
Æ poppe fra ingenting klatre t toppen
Og sippe fra glass mens du sippe fra koppen

Pull up på letten vil nå helikopter
Gjør rap om t peng men æ treng en adapter
Vil ha fint barn uten å adopter
Og ber hver dag at d ikke e en datter

Pain in My Head

Talking too much, I get a pain in my head
It's Wonka on the beat, you can't believe it
I popped up from nothing, climbed to the top
And sip from a glass while you sip from a cup

Pull up in the whip, wanna reach a helicopter
Rapping about the money, but I need an adapter
Want beautiful kids without adopting
And pray every day that it's not a daughter

Talking too much, I get a pain in my head
It's Wonka on the beat, you can't believe it
I popped up from nothing, climbed to the top
And sip from a glass while you sip from a cup

Pull up in the whip, wanna reach a helicopter
Rapping about the money, but I need an adapter
Want beautiful kids without adopting
And pray every day that it's not a daughter

Took a hefty babe home, look at the clock
It's 4 in the morning, getting warm in my socks
She's just lying there thinking, I ask "is there something?"
I'm your ex's friend, isn't that fucked up?

Not tapping the same girl too many times
I say goodbye before she starts demanding
That I should be a good boy, take her to a restaurant
And give her everything, demand access to my heart

I say baby, Wonka is a solo diablo
I don't have any friends that are fake
And everyone has been with me since I was a nobody
Bro, if you're gonna talk to me, turn off the tremolo

There's no point in being shy around me
If you show respect I'll show it to you
And if you're a good guy, you'll come balling with me
I don't have a problem, here's the ball, there's the goal

Talking too much, I get a pain in my head
It's Wonka on the beat, you can't believe it
I popped up from nothing, climbed to the top
And sip from a glass while you sip from a cup

Pull up in the whip, wanna reach a helicopter
Rapping about the money, but I need an adapter
Want beautiful kids without adopting
And pray every day that it's not a daughter

You can't score if you don't dare to shoot
Chase your dreams, it's gonna be sick
You laugh at me now, but you'll end up at Rema 1000
And scraping up the money just to see me

No one can stop me, I've made up my mind
I'm going to the top, yeah, just move
Hennessy on the weekend and champagne on my birthday
Taking my nose with me if we're going on a trip

Chilling with the boys, you know where we are
Rosenborg, Persaunet, just come see
The finest districts in Trondheim are
Rosenborg, Persaunet, done with that

Chilling with the boys, you know where we are
Rosenborg, Persaunet, just come see
The finest districts in Trondheim are
Rosenborg, Persaunet, done with that

Talking too much, I get a pain in my head
It's Wonka on the beat, you can't believe it
I popped up from nothing, climbed to the top
And sip from a glass while you sip from a cup

Pull up in the whip, wanna reach a helicopter
Rapping about the money, but I need an adapter
Want beautiful kids without adopting
And pray every day that it's not a daughter

She starts to think she's special
All the guys see her, now wifey material
She poses on Insta like a porn model
I know only one who is exceptional

All the girls think they're a queen
You might be cute, not sweeter than honey
Wonka on the beat, I spit like a king
Words hit like punches, you can call it a jab

I write a lot of songs, they're all bangers
She starts being rude, shawty you should get manners
I don't like girls who act like divas
And only smoke quality, keef and sativa

Call me Slim Shady, I say "Yo, what's up?"
You think it's a diss, I take it as a win
Don't come here if you're gonna distract
We're gonna start an empire, call me emperor

Talking too much, I get a pain in my head
It's Wonka on the beat, you can't believe it
I popped up from nothing, climbed to the top
And sip from a glass while you sip from a cup

Pull up in the whip, wanna reach a helicopter
Rapping about the money, but I need an adapter
Want beautiful kids without adopting
And pray every day that it's not a daughter