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Description
Vocals: Divix
Vocals: Amar
Producer: CrackHouse
Programmer: CrackHouse
Lyricist: Dawid Łopatowski
Lyricist: Amir Nourain
Composer: Michał Kacprzak
Composer: Dawid Łopatowski
Lyrics and translation
Original
Welcome to Cartel Radio whole damn night. This is the certified hood classic.
A -piece of a real trap shit. -Welcome to the Crack House.
Znowu na mnie nowy ciuch to designer. Ona kocha mnie za ten lifestyle. Crack House
Amar każda z nut idzie viral. To nie final pełno siana w bankach.
Ona dostrzega ze szmatem na mnie, mimo że poruszam się jak duch.
Widzę po oczach, że ona nie ma barier. Widzę, że dałaby braciom we dwóch.
Chce na zakupy, ja szykuję kartę. Stać mnie, żeby coś kupić dla dwóch.
Teraz brat patrzy na świat przez Cartier. W naszym słowniku nie ma słowa dwóch. Nie czekam na bus, ma jak
Tesli wiem. Więzi uczucia, nie ma już więzi, nie.
Wiem, że chcieliby zająć miejsce me.
Stack na stack siana dużo więcej jest. Gdzie nie pójdę to mam wjazd.
Wiesz, że na bicie jest kartel. Fura jest czarna jak Jack. Wchodzę pijany na akcję.
Przegrywacie i to strasznie. Przyszli nieprzygotowani na starcie.
Trafiamy w bitę jak Spaleni. Wam się czasami udaje nawalić.
-Real Trap Shit Radio. Keep it gangster. -Znowu na mnie nowy ciuch to designer.
Ona kocha mnie za ten lifestyle. Crack House Amar każda z nut idzie viral.
To nie -final pełno siana w bankach. -Mówi do mnie tak jak do taty.
Ubrana nieskromnie się pyta o plany. Wie, że karta jest no limit.
Czarna torba, -bajka, mili. -Salwniki, magazynki. Mam dostęp do broni.
Ty się lepiej poddaj, żebym nie musiał cię gonić.
I na co czekamy, kiedy metal masz przy skroni? Jestem uzbrojony, nie dam nikomu się skojarzyć.
Purchase this beat at official Crack House website www. scaddy. word.
Znowu na mnie nowy ciuch to designer. Ona kocha mnie za ten lifestyle. Crack House
Amar każda z nut idzie viral. To nie final pełno siana w bankach.
Damn son, where did you find this?
English translation
Welcome to Cartel Radio whole damn night. This is the certified hood classic.
A-piece of a real trap shit. -Welcome to the Crack House.
The new clothes on me are designer again. She loves me for this lifestyle. Crack House
Amar each of the notes goes viral. This is not the end, there's a lot of hay in the banks.
She notices with a rag on me, even though I move like a ghost.
I can see in her eyes that she has no barriers. I can see that she would give two brothers.
He wants to go shopping, I'm preparing a card. I can afford to buy something for two.
Now my brother sees the world through Cartier. There is no word for two in our dictionary. I'm not waiting for the bus, whatever
Tesla, I know. Bonds of affection, there is no bond anymore, no.
I know they would like to take my place.
Stack on stack of hay is much more. Wherever I go, I have entry.
You know there's a cartel on the line. The cart is black like Jack. I enter the action drunk.
You're losing, and you're losing terribly. They came unprepared at the start.
We get hit like the Burnt Ones. You guys manage to mess up sometimes.
-Real Trap Shit Radio. Keep it gangster. -The new clothes on me are designer again.
She loves me for this lifestyle. Crack House Amar every note goes viral.
This is not the final - there's plenty of hay in the banks. -He talks to me like he talks to dad.
Dressed immodestly, she asks about her plans. He knows the card is no limit.
Black bag, -a fairy tale, nice. -Salvants, magazines. I have access to weapons.
You better give up so I don't have to chase you.
And what are we waiting for when there's metal against your temple? I'm armed, I won't let anyone know.
Purchase this beat at official Crack House website www. scaddy. word.
The new clothes on me are designer again. She loves me for this lifestyle. Crack House
Amar each of the notes goes viral. This is not the end, there's a lot of hay in the banks.
Damn son, where did you find this?