More songs by ERU
Description
Main Artist: ERU
Main Artist: COTARD
Producer: COTARD
Lyricist: ERU
Composer: ERU
Lyrics and translation
Original
Amına kodumun çocuğunun. . .
Headshot, click pow, headshot, shot, shot, shot, shot!
Sorun yok ama var, sorun yok ama var. İğrençlik içinde yazıp ve git oğlum var. Sözlerimi taktım, mermileri saç.
Shot, shot, shot, shot, hadi babacım shot!
Konuşma git saklan, anlatmak için çok var. Diz çök, baş aşağı, kafanda bir patlat.
Konuşma git saklan, anlatmak için çok var.
Diz çök, baş aşağı, headshot, shot, shot, shot. Kodad!
Elim bu bedenini çekilir, ödediği yaşama bedeli boşuna konuşup duruyor.
Benimle giderim, kafama dikine koyulamam, siktir git! Senin için sikleşir, bitmişsin.
Lan filiz uzaklaş, siktir git. Saklan, anlatmak için çok var.
Diz çök, baş aşağı, kafanda bir patlat.
Konuşma git saklan, anlatmak için çok var.
Diz çök, baş aşağı, headshot, shot, shot, shot.
Sa-sa-sa-sa-sorun yok ama var, sorun yok ama var. İğrençlik içinde yazıp ve git oğlum var.
Sözlerimi taktım, mermileri saç. Shot, shot, shot, shot, hadi babacım shot, shot!
English translation
Fuck the child of my code. . .
Headshot, click pow, headshot, shot, shot, shot, shot!
It's okay but there is, it's okay but there is. I have to write in disgust and go away, son. I hung on my words, scatter the bullets.
Shot, shot, shot, shot, come on daddy shot!
Don't talk, go hide, there is so much to tell. Kneel down, head down, blast it in your head.
Don't talk, go hide, there is so much to tell.
Kneel down, head down, headshot, shot, shot, shot. Kodad!
My hand is taken from this body, it keeps talking in vain about the price of life it pays.
I'll go with me, I can't keep my head straight, fuck you! He fucks for you, you're done.
Fuck you filiz, go away, fuck you. Hide, there's so much to tell.
Kneel down, head down, blast it in your head.
Don't talk, go hide, there is so much to tell.
Kneel down, head down, headshot, shot, shot, shot.
Sa-sa-sa-sa-no problem but there is, no problem but there is. I have to write in disgust and go away, son.
I hung on my words, scatter the bullets. Shot, shot, shot, shot, come on daddy shot, shot!