SB Maffija - Parapetówa Lyrics English Translation

SB Maffija – Parapetówa Lyrics English Translation

In the palace, with a hangover, it smells like skunk
Bet I will do it again
Fuck the shit, give it to the housewarming party
Hey, housewarming, hey, come on upstairs
In the palace, with a hangover, it smells like skunk
Bet I will do it again
Fuck the shit, give it to the housewarming party
Hey, housewarming, hey, come on upstairs

Lunch time, I consume on the terrace
Gold plated, mustache White looks like my uncle (Cogo)
I crawl, pour the drink into the cup, cough (ekh)
I am caramelizing the patty

When I was a kid, I used to stick planes together
Today I am also small, or we have large houses (villas)
I won’t say anything more like Reksiu, but
One day I will show you, just like Leksiu – Palec

She calls, writes, asks when I will be
I can’t talk and I’ll tell you in a song
There are 3 million in the driveway or more
There’s grass everywhere like I went to Wembley
I don’t drink anything, I don’t take anything, I don’t smoke anything
But I was standing next to White and I think I got high
So I sat down next to Lank and I think I got fucked up
And I’m afraid of what will happen if I sit down with your old lady
Young Borek

U, we changed hotel to palace (hotel to palace)
And although it’s not mine, I’ll buy it for us someday if you want
The palace is not a hotel, but a wedge please
Last year, I blew the door, including the CD
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I share the room with my brother, I share the paper with my brother
Toiletries, just pour water on my head
My japa is smiling, sadness stayed in Warsaw
Nobody will divide us here, because we are all together

No worries will get you here
Cause I’m hanging over the door like the Mother of God (mama)
Ask White what a divine punishment is
And don’t slam the door, you bastard, or the image of your father will fall on your head

Take no fuck what bad habits?
The Mafians are starting their holidays, the corkscrews are making rompers
I have a full body and a pink sheet
Motam, dinner, breakfast, lunch, yeah
The window sill will bend from this

I was supposed to be at school, and here Kamil calls and says Hotel, and the second one
Greetings to the lady, eh, with whom I have an oral hearing in a week’s time
Oral high school diploma, but that’s what I’ll worry about later
In the palace with a hangover I pour water until I fall asleep and wake up, eh

Chained Bobo, because I’m not stoned on me
Chained Bobo, even louder than DJ Bobo
Chained Bobo, the bass fucks hard after the kick (a, mhm, mm)

Young scout, dancing after breakfast
I am setting up my tent when I see a nice lady
They play with me all the time because I live in a dollhouse
Like melanges, then at the shooting range in Warka

You will not buy tickets to us for the housewarming
Someone opens a great palace, and I drank water behind the garage
Now I’m fucking up, I could buy a cart with it
A joint is burning here, liquor is pouring here, come upstairs

When successes fall from the sky, you stop appreciating them
And you start figuring out what matters and what doesn’t
The first hundred thousand is like the first sex
The first few bubbles are like the first son, flex
My position gives me a fifth verse
Okay, Solar take …