Usta na usta - Buba Corelli

Mlada i luda

Vjeru nema u ljubav

Slatka faca, vel’ka guza

Došla da vidi šta život pruža

Nije tu da se uda

Ne bi vezu, ni muža

Bez obaveza posteljine gužva

A njena mala vazda miriše ko ruža

Na njoj «Armani Code»

Imaš najbolju guzu u klubu, ne zaboravi to

P’jana se mazi s' konobaricom

Zna šta me pali, ona namjerno mi radi to

Jedva dišem i molim, al' ne da usta na usta

Njene štikle po volji, a haljina tako uska

Druge su kliše ona gori, obori, ne da ustat

A gdje god dođe stolove lomi voli da pravi rusvaj

Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

Ta mala je pravi rusvaj

Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

A tvoje usne boje trule višnje

Ubila si me, ne mogu više

Neka gledaju svi, ti mi priđi bliže

I ljubomornim napravi svog bivšeg

Gori, želi da je gasim

Kući da je vodim, da je spasim

Ona bi kod mene da spava

A znam da mi ne bi dala da zaspim

Uvjek u svoju korist odigra

Ko kučka ponaša se, hoda ko boginja

Štikle, torbica, koža krokodila

U klubu me za ruku vodila ko bodyguard

Jedva dišem i molim, al' ne da usta na usta

Njene štikle po volji, a haljina tako uska

Druge su kliše ona gori, obori, ne da ustat

A gdje god dođe stolove lomi voli da pravi rusvaj

Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

Ta mala je pravi rusvaj

Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

Ta mala je pravi rusvaj

Gdje god dođe pravi rusvaj

Young and crazy

There is no faith in love

Cute face, big ass

She came to see what life has to offer

She's not here to get married

She wouldn't have a relationship, nor a husband

No bed linen obligations

And her little one always smells like a rose

On it «Armani Code»

You have the best ass in the club, don't forget that

The drunk is cuddling with the waitress

She knows what turns me on, she does it on purpose

I can barely breathe and pray, but not to mouth

Her heels at will, and the dress so tight

Other clichés are those burning, knocking down, not getting up

And wherever he comes, he likes to break tables

Wherever there is real ruin

That little one is a real mess

Wherever there is real ruin

And your lips are the color of rotten cherries

You killed me, I can't take it anymore

Let everyone watch, you come closer to me

And make your ex jealous

It's burning, she wants me to turn it off

To take her home, to save her

She would sleep with me

And I know she wouldn't let me sleep

He always plays to his advantage

When a bitch behaves, she walks like a goddess

Heels, purse, crocodile skin

At the club, she took me by the hand like a bodyguard

I can barely breathe and pray, but not to mouth

Her heels at will, and the dress so tight

Other clichés are those burning, knocking down, not getting up

And wherever he comes, he likes to break tables

Wherever there is real ruin

That little one is a real mess

Wherever there is real ruin

Wherever there is real ruin

That little one is a real mess

Wherever there is real ruin