Šta - Mimi Mercedez

Ima nešto u mom glasu što iritira te vrlo

Što te tera da poželiš da me iskaraš u grlo

Ima nešto u mom glasu što te baš izluđuje

Što te tera da me mrziš i da me osuđuješ

Da, ja sam ona kurva koja repuje na plejbek

Glasno se smejem svakome ko strejt je

Ja sam onaj kreten koji ne zna svoje pesme

Koji viče «Ko bre ne sme!?»

sve dok ne padne u nesvest

Šta, šta, šta, šta, šta, šta, šta, šta?

Živim svaki dan kao da sam besmrtna

Karam, ne apsitiniram, brutalno dominiram

Mimi mimira, po civilima uriniram

Ako mi se neko kurči — ja ga pitam «Šta?

Šta?»

Ako mi se neko mršti — ja ga pitam «Šta?»

Ako gleda preko — «Šta?», misli da je neko — «Šta?»

Biće upucan ko Beko — bam, bam, bam, bam

Kaže ovo loše zvuči — ja ga pitam «Šta?»

Kaže Milensi, ne pršti — ja ga pitam «Šta?»

Šta ti nije jasno, šta?

Znaš da imam kasko, a?

Ja sam opasna opasnost — bam, bam, bam, bam

Nije molim nego šta, neću možda nego da

Neću mišljenje već stav, dosta je dvoumljenja

Dosta mi je vaganja, dosta prenemaganja

Mi vršimo ulaganja jer mrzimo odlaganja

Biće upucan ko Beko — bam, bam, bam, bam

Kaže ovo loše zvuči — ja ga pitam «Šta?»

Kaže Milensi, ne pršti — ja ga pitam «Šta?»

Šta ti nije jasno, šta?

Znaš da imam kasko, a?

Ja sam opasna opasnost — bam, bam, bam, bam

There is something in my voice that irritates you very much

What makes you want to shove it down my throat

There's something about my voice that drives you crazy

What makes you hate me and judge me

Yes, I'm the hooker who raps on the playback

I laugh out loud at anyone who is straight

I'm that jerk who doesn't know his songs

Who shouts "Who can't!?"

until he falls unconscious

What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what?

I live every day as if I am immortal

I punish, I don't abuse, I brutally dominate

Mimi mimes, I urinate in civilian clothes

If someone gives me a dick, I ask him "What?

What?"

If someone frowns at me, I ask him "What?"

If he looks over — «What?», he thinks that someone is — «What?»

He will be shot like Beko — bam, bam, bam, bam

He says this sounds bad — I ask him «What?»

He says to Milensi, don't splutter — I ask him "What?"

What is not clear to you, what?

You know I have a helmet, right?

I am a dangerous danger — bam, bam, bam, bam

It's not please, but what, I won't maybe, but yes

I don't want an opinion but an attitude, that's enough double-mindedness

I'm fed up with weighing myself, fed up with overexerting myself

We make investments because we hate delays

He will be shot like Beko — bam, bam, bam, bam

He says this sounds bad — I ask him «What?»

He says to Milensi, don't splutter — I ask him "What?"

What is not clear to you, what?

You know I have a helmet, right?

I am a dangerous danger — bam, bam, bam, bam