Masse G - Kakaosimon, Loui, Lexus

Unge appetittvekker, kokar nåke drittlekkert

Satt i perspektivet deira beste suppe, litt ekkel

Gi mej kick please, ikkje nåke dickcheese

Går ikkje med slid jeans uten å ha slid jeans

Dei kan aldri lære koketeknikken

Dei tru at rota til lykke kan ver ei bok i butikken

Dei he’kje peiling, trur dei rota med driften

For den der grauten e’kje god, må ha det feite i midten

Femti out, litt som i min bank account

Det renne over i den koppen, det e plenty now

Ej sovna når dei steppa inn, ej tru at ej må tappe out

For å sleppe høre dritten dei he mekka til det lekka alt

Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy

Broder, gi mej litt meir mat, ej e ready

Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy

Broder, gi mej litt meir, ej e ready

Masse, masse, masse, masse mat, ej ete det

Passa bak kateteret

Berre dei som søve på mej kjenne på ka drepe e

Passa på mi vekt, kutta neppe nåke ned på den

Flossa på min cap, brukte litt for masse g på det

Ey

Hallo

Dei brukte masse g

Koffer d?

Måtte tette høl og trekke nåke mer

Okei

Vi’kje rekne på kor masse ej gikk ned

Okei

Men dei kan sjå mej komme opp igjen og brenne ned som ved

Fett

Snakka med en bror, gud, han he’kje peiling

Loui & Lexus, som en sykkel uten styling

Rulla rett fram, ingen sensasjon

Masse brukte kler, me vurdere en rein kolleksjon

Svetta ut, kan ej få en sutteklut?

Slik at alle so søve på dej kan drømme rolig heile veien ut

E meina det, til bønde og budeiene

Ditte her e måten også gjere disse greiene

Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy

Broder, gi mej litt meir mat, ej e ready

Ej vil opp i vekt, ej vil vere meir heavy

Broder, gi mej litt meir, ej e ready

Young appetiser, cooks some damn delicious food

Put in perspective their best soup, a bit disgusting

Give me kick please, no dickcheese

Can't go with distressed jeans without wearing distressed jeans

They can never learn the cooking technique

They believe that the root of happiness can be a book in the shop

They have no idea, they think they are messing with the operation

For those whose gruel is not good, must have the fat in the middle

Fifty out, a bit like in my bank account

It overflows into that cup, it's plenty now

Don't fall asleep when they step in, don't think you don't have to tap out

To avoid hearing the crap they made until it leaked everything

Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier

Brother, give me some more food, not ready

Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier

Brother, give me some more, not ready

Lots, lots, lots, lots of food, don't eat it

Fit behind the catheter

Only those who sleep on me know that they can kill me

Watch my weight, hardly cut down on it

Floss on my cap, used a little too much g on it

Hey

Hello

They used a lot of g

Suitcase d?

Had to plug holes and pull some more

Okay

We can't count how much did not go down

Okay

But they can see me come back up and burn down like firewood

Fat

Talk to a brother, god, he doesn't have a clue

Loui & Lexus, like a bike without styling

Roll straight ahead, no sensation

Lots of used clothes, but consider a clean collection

Sweating, can't get a wipe?

So that everyone sleeping on you can dream peacefully all the way out

I mean it, to the farmer and the shopkeepers

This is the way to do these things as well

Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier

Brother, give me some more food, not ready

Don't want to gain weight, don't want to be heavier

Brother, give me some more, not ready