More songs by Khontkar
Description
Producer: Ata
Sound Engineer: Balbo
Composer: Birand
Lyricist: Khontkar
Lyricist: Spook
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ata, kata.
Ay P-Ray turn that shit up.
Drop top Jason Voorhees. All red black boys damarda morfin, morfin.
Redroom like oksijensiz ortam. Glock shot köşede homies. Sav sav bitch ben bi' yamyam.
Predator kanlar her yanda bodies, bodies.
Pop like murda araçlar park hurd etraf çıkmazda 'Raris. Bad bitch istiyo' özel sipariş like two hundred mollies, mollies.
Koşar sokakta run bitch. Run spook doksan Jason Voorhees.
Dope ambalajları, araç makasları, bagajda AK-40s, 40s. Meraklı bu paparazzis.
Fuck fame asfalta drift olun sahis. Ey, toksik bi' kan genim kazıklıdan. Straight up murders.
Silim inancını kırar inan buna bıçağım killer. Sabahtan akşama cellat. Bitch döndü
Bayrampaşa meskit Teksas. Firarda arıyo' police. Minimum paraya extras.
Mask up you know the drill her kavgamda arsaf. Fırlatırım kes hap, kes hap.
Cap'ı ekselansı sarsız. Smoke bi' suziyle kasap. Lakabım kasap. Fırlatırım mızrağı otuz
Spartalı arkamda kalkan. Bitch oynama panik atağı. Atakta Jason sakatla kalkan.
-All right. -Aklına yerlicem fırtına burda.
Kalaşe mermi namluda. Tabii ki patlayacak surata. Tek başa kelle ile avlıyo' mercuma.
Nedir bu cocuna? Ben varsam ortamda konuşma kes sesi dallama.
Maskemi o jiggen boynumdaki ugan çevirdim kovuncu taşa. Paris uzanır sakin. Sürtükler hakim. Gerek yok eline.
Çoktan belli ya senin lyric'ende hakim. Paramsız harbi.
Oynuyoz bu maçı üstünü bari. Sakla bu kok gibi hapis. All red everyone party. Dolacak kana Jason
Voorhees. Drop top Jason Voorhees. All red black boys damarda morfin, morfin.
Redroom like oksijensiz ortam. Glock shot köşede homies.
Sav sav bitch ben bi' yamyam. Predator kanlar her yanda bodies.
Pop like murda araçlar park hurd etraf çıkmazda 'Raris. Bad bitch istiyo' özel sipariş like two hundred mollies.
Koşar sokakta run bitch. Run spook doksan Jason Voorhees.
Dope ambalajları, araç makasları, bagajda AK-40s. Meraklı bu paparazzis.
Fuck fame asfalta drift olun sahis.
English translation
Ata, kata.
Ay P-Ray turn that shit up.
Drop ball Jason Voorhees. All red black boys morphine in the vein, morphine.
Redroom like oxygen-free environment. Glock shot homies in the corner. Save, bitch, I'm a cannibal.
Predator blood everywhere, bodies, bodies.
Pop like murda vehicles parked hurd around dead end 'Raris. Bad bitch wants special order like two hundred mollies, mollies.
Run bitch runs on the street. Run spook ninety Jason Voorhees.
Dope wrappers, vehicle scissors, AK-40s, 40s in the trunk. Curious these paparazzi.
Drift to the asphalt of fuck fame, person. Hey, I have a toxic blood gene from the impaled one. Straight up murders.
Erasing will break your faith, believe me, my knife is clay. Executioner from morning to evening. Bitch is back
Bayrampaşa meskit Texas. Police are on the run. Extras for minimum money.
Mask up you know the drill is a plot in every fight. I'll throw it, cut the pill, cut the pill.
Cap's Excellency is unshakable. Butcher with smoke. My nickname is butcher. I throw the spear thirty
Spartan shield behind me. Bitch playing panic attack. In the attack, Jason gets injured.
-All right. -I'll get to your mind, the storm is here.
Kalache bullet in the barrel. Of course it will explode in the face. He hunts with a head alone' Mercuma.
What is this child? If I'm around, don't talk, don't make noise.
I turned my mask into that jiggen on my neck, into the firestone. Paris lies peacefully. Bitches rule. No need for your hand.
It's already obvious that your lyrics are dominant. Free war.
We're playing this match, forget about it. Hide this stinky prison. All red everyone party. Jason will be filled with blood
Voorhees. Drop ball Jason Voorhees. All red black boys morphine in the vein, morphine.
Redroom like oxygen-free environment. Glock shot homies in the corner.
Save, bitch, I'm a cannibal. Predator blood bodies everywhere.
Pop like murda vehicles parked hurd around dead end 'Raris. Bad bitch wants special order like two hundred mollies.
Run bitch runs on the street. Run spook ninety Jason Voorhees.
Dope wrappers, vehicle scissors, AK-40s in the trunk. Curious these paparazzi.
Drift to the asphalt of fuck fame, person.