Sindrom Pičkice - Mimi Mercedez

Čemu da se radujem sem kvalitetnoj krmači

Živimo kako živimo pa nismo srdačni

Već srčani, nevaspitani, grubi

Svako oće da se kara, niko neće da se ljubi

Ni ti nemoj da se gubiš, ako ne znaš - nauči

Oslanjaš se na harizmu ali nisi Đani Ćurčić

Brate, dosta mi je pičkica i drugih kuraca

Što ne mogu mi ništa ni uz prednost prvog udarca

Dosta mi je pičkica i malih kuraca

Zapaliću na zapad tamo ima crnaca

Ne bi mogli protiv mene čak ni da se urote

Kad moji roditelji nisu mogli da me ukrote

Zašto bih zbog tebe prestala da budem džukela

Razlikujemo se poput motora i skutera

Razumeš, ti si Vespa, ja sam Harli Dejvidson

Ja sam, brate, bokserka, ti se baviš tenisom

Pa čim bacim jedan slog ti doživiš nervni slom

Ti doživiš nervni slom

Dosta mi je takvih pičkica i kompleksaša brate

Pičkice su oni što ne mogu da me shvate

Ili što me shvataju al' ne prihvataju

Pičke ovo slušaju i na njih da mislim znaju

I ribe su glupače, to skapiraš čim zinu

Zaledim se kad u pogledu ugledam prazninu

Kurve žickaju šamare kao klošar za cigare

Po principu ništa slađe od zauzete kare

Lik preti preko neta, cima se za komentar

Misli da je gengsta, ustvari je retard

A ja sam opuštena čak i kad me vređaš

Širom Balkana su ortaci koji čuvaju mi leđa

A šta ćeš brate ti kad stvari postanu ozbiljnije

Imaš ekipu, a?

Bolje odma cimni je

Jer, ne, posle sranja nema poziva na primirje

I, ne, ovde nikad neće biti mirnije

Sad napiši da sam kurva, da sam ružna ili slično

Ali moji ljudi znaju da se ne druže sa pičkom

I samo to je bitno, shvati, samo to je bitno

What to look forward to but a quality sow

We live as we live so we are not cordial

Already heartless, ill-mannered, rude

Everyone wants to fight, no one wants to kiss

Don't get lost either, if you don't know - learn

You rely on charisma, but you are not Đani Ćurčić

Bro, I'm sick of pussies and other dicks

What I can't do even with first strike advantage

I'm sick of pussies and small dicks

I'll go west there are black people there

They could not even conspire against me

When my parents couldn't tame me

Why should I stop being a mutt for you

We are as different as motorbikes and scooters

You see, you're a Vespa, I'm a Harley Davidson

I'm a boxer, bro, you play tennis

So as soon as I throw out one syllable you have a nervous breakdown

You have a nervous breakdown

I've had enough of such pussies and complex people, brother

Pussies are the ones who can't understand me

Or that they understand me but don't accept me

Bitches are listening to this and I think they know what I mean

And fish are stupid, you can see that as soon as they see

I freeze when I see emptiness in my view

Whores are slapping like a bum for cigars

In principle, nothing sweeter than a busy car

The character threatens over the net, waiting for a comment

He thinks he's a gangsta, but he's actually a retard

And I'm relaxed even when you insult me

Across the Balkans, there are partners who have my back

And what will you do bro when things get more serious

You have a team, huh?

Better take it away now

Because, no, there is no call for a truce after shit

And, no, it will never be more peaceful here

Now write that I'm a whore, that I'm ugly or similar

But my people know not to hang out with a cunt

And that's all that matters, understand, that's all that matters