Mali Dečko - Bolesna Braca, Dino Dvornik

Ti si mamica u godinama

A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Pedeset ti je godina

A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Prostote si mi radila

Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Izgubio dvadeset kilograma

Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Gospodjo ja ne mogu vise

Jako me boli tjelo, od strave i uzasa

Gospodjo ja moram kuci

Tata ce me tuci, a mama je uplakana

Vi bi htjeli da vas dole poljubim

Da vam malu pusicu dam

A ja ne znam dali cu izdrzati

Ne mogu ubrzati vise

Ti si mamica u godinama

A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Pedeset ti je godina

A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Prostote si mi radila

Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Izgubio dvadeset kilograma

Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Ti si u godinama dama, mogla bi mi biti mama

Ti i moja stara baka se znate iz osnovnjaka

Malo radnog staza u finom kvartu ti garaza

Garazirana, situirana, mala kilometraza

Prvi vlasnik, prva boja, ocuvana do boli

Malo truli pragovi ali stos deferi ko novi

Makar imas blizu pedeset dve

Kuke ispod haube, ti imas 16v

Puno mjesta u gepeku, skupu slapu na nozi

Lak rozi, stanje tip top, sjedi i vozi

Puno trosis po gradu al' ja te besplatno djiram

Jer ja nisam vlasnik, ja te samo servisiram

Stara milfara, nabrijana do ibera

U slobodnoj vezi ona oce igrat dzibera

Stara koka, masna juha, puna soli i bibera

Pa trosim nju i biber od nekog staroga dzibera

Baratas kiflom ko da radis u pekarni

Kad skocis na mene u kvartu pale se alarmi

Ti mi kazes suti moj djecace plavi

A ja skacem na tebi ko da Maksim me slavi

Dino kaze nema nista kontra Splita

Stara koka nema nista kontra mladog kita

Pa ti kazem teta sidji sa mene

Zbog duge surle pravis slona od mene

Ti si mamica u godinama

A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Pedeset ti je godina

A ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Prostote si mi radila

Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

Izgubio dvadeset kilograma

Jer ja sam tvoj mali decko, x3

You're a mom at your age

And I'm your little boy, x3

You are fifty years old

And I'm your little boy, x3

You did me a disservice

Because I'm your little boy, x3

He lost twenty pounds

Because I'm your little boy, x3

Ma'am, I can't take it anymore

My body hurts a lot, from fear and horror

Ma'am, I have to go home

Dad will beat me, and mom will cry

You would like me to kiss you downstairs

Let me give you a little kiss

And I don't know if I'll make it

I can't speed up anymore

You're a mom at your age

And I'm your little boy, x3

You are fifty years old

And I'm your little boy, x3

You did me a disservice

Because I'm your little boy, x3

He lost twenty pounds

Because I'm your little boy, x3

You're a lady at your age, you could be my mom

You and my old grandmother know each other from elementary school

A little work path in a nice neighborhood and a garage

Garaged, situated, low mileage

The first owner, the first color, preserved to the point of pain

A little rotten thresholds but stacks deferi like new

At least you're close to fifty-two

Hooks under the hood, you have 16v

Lots of space in the trunk, an expensive waterfall on the leg

Light pink, condition tip top, sitting and driving

You spend a lot of time in the city, but I'm teasing you for free

Because I'm not the owner, I'm just servicing you

An old milfara, fed up with iber

In a free relationship, she plays dziber

Old coca, greasy soup, full of salt and pepper

So I spend it and pepper from some old pickpocket

Baratas muffin as if you were working in a bakery

When you jump on me in the neighborhood, the alarms go off

You tell me shut up my blue boy

And I jump on you as if Maxim is celebrating me

Dino says there is nothing against Split

The old hen has nothing against the young whale

So I tell you, aunt, get off me

Because of the long trunk, you make an elephant out of me

You're a mom at your age

And I'm your little boy, x3

You are fifty years old

And I'm your little boy, x3

You did me a disservice

Because I'm your little boy, x3

He lost twenty pounds

Because I'm your little boy, x3