Monster Lyrics English Translation by Jala Brat & Buba Corelli
I’ll strip you of your Saint Laurent,
You’re a level up, that’s why they don’t like you.
Baby cute as ***, has a troublemaker’s face,
Ass, oh my God, such can’t be gotten over.
And she’s like an undercover cop,
And we’re full like Marakana, neighborhood on top.
You’re murky, skin so tan, trouble on your heels,
Awake for five days, beautiful Aaliyah Dana.
Give me your heart when I come broken to the end,
Too ***, they said you *** like a dragon.
Give me that, tonight pull my nerves like a line,
You’re ***, you’re a nervous breakdown, honey so fine.
And you’re a monster, oh how your booty sways,
And I’m a gangster, bad son, still watched over by the crowd.
The street bounced out as it heard our ***,
It goes nonstop, no-no-nonstop.
No, I’m not a cynic, but the Glock’s unlocked,
No, they’re doomed for the clinic, but it’s the expected flow.
When she strips, it’s an unexpected shock,
And our first million went straight to the block.
Play me Šemsa, Sinan, my gene’s from the Balkans,
Fresh like never before, all mine from Milan.
She dances drunk, ass worth ten thousand,
WhatsApp full of snakes, but healing my heart from wounds.
Lady’s on an ego trip, we all know who she belongs to,
I’m sitting in VIP with three chicks, all three snakes.
I don’t snitch, I don’t bet, always deaf and mute,
Intoxicated I sit, I ***, I love to sew.
Her with a *** Light, give me syrup in Sprite, yeah,
All on me is White, always ready for a fight yeah,
Kawasaki, you’d be mine if you were a bike, yeah,
(Kawasaki, you’d be mine if you were a bike, yeah)
And Cora drives like John Gotti, flows you like a Cherokee,
I’m not a boxer like Rocky, pull out a ***, empty the magazine,
I take three to the hotel, Cora’s Top G, you’re the motive,
All top, hair, nails, plus asses like balls.
And you’re a monster, oh how your booty sways,
And I’m a gangster, bad son, still watched over by the crowd.
The street bounced out as it heard our ***,
It goes nonstop, no-no-nonstop.
No, I’m not a cynic, but the Glock’s unlocked,
No, they’re doomed for the clinic, but it’s the expected flow.
When she strips, it’s an unexpected shock,
And our first million went straight to the block.
Play me Šemsa, Sinan, my gene’s from the Balkans,
Fresh like never before, all mine from Milan.
She dances drunk, ass worth ten thousand,
WhatsApp full of snakes, but healing my heart from wounds.