Nisam Odavde - Bore Balboa, Drill, Krešo Bengalka

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Nisam odavde

Ovdi sam prikovan

Nisam ja onaj šta krade

Onaj sam za kojeg murija znade

Tamo sam di se rakije livaju i mrve gromade

Nisam odavde

Dignute glave šetam se gradom

Pitaj me odakle stižem

Reć ću ti

Nisam odavde

I ne pitaj ništa me više

Jer takvo je stanje

Poroka imam ka kiše

U mojoj branši frizure su jedino kratke

Tu sam da državu sišem

I ako tražiš me nać ćeš me tamo di pucaju grane

Zdrobi sorto in poliži to, doro plača riziko

Burja reže đankije, murja maha z liziko

V coupeu tko ko ZZ Top, klizimo

Piši to, kurve gole rišejo v hiši not

O bala!

Kdo bi meril jaja

Ubistu koga sploh boli kurac s kje prihajam

Kje zakajam se s škvadro, kje skrva se gadro in vago

Ukradeno blago iz kamjona je padlo

Nisem iz tu, ko poštelat hoče sumljivec

Nisem jaz tu vn pršu v kamuflaži iz njive

Raje žibe, tu vsak je Van Gogh, z žiletko, štango

Moj krog je narko, prvi vikend bankrot

V luknji, na puf mi dej, to so nakupi

Iz malih mest ob luki kjer

Steam on black

Money from the side

All of us are dealers or they are women

I'm not from here

I'm stuck here

I'm not the one who steals

I'm the one they know about

I am there where the brandies are poured and the boulders are broken

I'm not from here

I walk through the city with my head held high

Ask me where I'm coming from

I'll tell you

I'm not from here

And don't ask me anything more

Because that is the state

I have a vice for rain

In my industry, the only hairstyles are short

I'm here to suck the country

And if you're looking for me, you'll find me there where the branches crack

Crush sorto and lick it, doro pays risk

Burja is cutting jeans, murja is waving a lollipop

In the coupe who is ZZ Top, we slide

Write it, whores naked risjejo in the house not

Coast!

Who would measure eggs

They'll kill anyone who gives a damn where I come from

Where am I doing with the squad, where is Gadro and Vago hiding?

The stolen treasure fell from the truck

I'm not from here, who wants to please a suspect

I'm not the one coming out of the field in camouflage

They prefer to hang out, everyone is a Van Gogh there, with a razor, a barbell

My circle is narco, first weekend bankrupt

In the hole, give me a puff, it will accumulate

From small towns around the harbor