Cum Se Face - Parazitii

Drace!

Cum pu’la mea se face

Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace doar Gucci si Versace

Fu’tu’vă'n gură, Drace!

Cum pla mea se face

Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace.

doar Gucci si Versace

Fu’tu’vă'n gură

Curvele, nene, le curge mal-ul prin vene

Disperate de lovele le vezi prin cartiere

Nu ştiu limba romîna, se tarasc prin tărînă

Cu ţăranu' clasic braţ la braţ sau de mînă

Trage buza peste dinţi, fraiere!

C-am avut piz’de ca aia, deci mu’ie, băi!

Te-am văzut la disco esti mişto, bineînţeles

Căutai punctul G pe GPS

Cănd aia e la bară, te faci foc si pară

Blocu' ptr tine e un sac pe verticală

Mergi la sală ca un prost, fără rost

Hugo Boss nu ştie ca imbracă un prost

Cănd laşi geamu' jos, băi, ai grijă ce zici

Ca te zbor din X5 inapoi in opinci

Drace!

Cum pu’la mea se face

Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace doar Gucci si Versace

Fu’tu’vă'n gură, Drace!

Cum pla mea se face

Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace.

doar Gucci si Versace

Fu’tu’vă'n gură

Ai bani doar de’o bere

Ai dat o viata cu grebla

O arzi prin cafenele ai ceasu' cat conserva

Ti’ai luat tricou mulat pe cateva zeci de leva

Eu mi’am luat o băta sa te colorez ca zebră

Pe pi’zdă ta cu fiţe care sparge seminte

Aseară cu o vodkă am tras’o 30 de inşii ţîţe

Te bîtîi pe house nasol

Te prefaci ca bei si porţi gentuţă

Bă puţă, eşti gay?

Cu ochelarii pe cap, in buzunar niciun şfanţ

Cămaşa descheiată, să vadă lumea c’ai lanţ

Telefonu' la ureche, rezemat de maşină

Te prefaci că vrei sa pleci, ca pu’la benzin ă

Ai foamea’n retină, hai coae, nu pleci?

Ca tona aia de parfum nu-ţi face buletin de Bucureşti

Drace!

Cum pu’la mea se face

Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace doar Gucci si Versace

Fu’tu’vă'n gură, Drace!

Cum pla mea se face

Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace.

doar Gucci si Versace

Fu’tu’vă'n gură

Damn it!

How is it done for me?

The peasants only want to embarrass Gucci and Versace

Fuck you, Drace!

How my plan works

The peasants want to embark.

only Gucci and Versace

Fuck your mouth

Whores, uncle, their shores flow through their veins

Desperate for the blows, you see them in the neighborhoods

I don't know the Romanian language, they crawl through the dust

With the classic peasant arm in arm or hand in hand

Pull your lips over your teeth, sucker!

I had a pussy like that, so kiss me, guys!

I saw you at the disco, you're cool, of course

Look for the G-spot on the GPS

When that's at the bar, you're on fire

The block for you is a vertical bag

Go to the gym like a fool, for nothing

Hugo Boss doesn't know he's wearing a fool

When you lower the window, guys, be careful what you say

That I fly you from X5 back to the opinci

Damn it!

How is it done for me?

The peasants only want to embarrass Gucci and Versace

Fuck you, Drace!

How my plan works

The peasants want to embark.

only Gucci and Versace

Fuck your mouth

You only have money for a beer

You gave a life with a rake

You burn it in the cafes and watch how much it preserves

You took a molded T-shirt on a few dozen levs

I took a beating to color you like a zebra

On your pussy with seeds that break seeds

Last night with a vodka I pulled out 30 of my own tits

You're banging on the nasty house

You pretend to drink and carry a bag

Well, are you gay?

No glasses in his pocket, no pockets in his pocket

Shirt open, let the world see that you have a chain

Phone in the ear, propped up by the car

You pretend to want to leave, like gas

Are you hungry for retina, come on, aren't you leaving?

That ton of perfume doesn't make you a Bucharest bulletin

Damn it!

How is it done for me?

The peasants only want to embarrass Gucci and Versace

Fuck you, Drace!

How my plan works

The peasants want to embark.

only Gucci and Versace

Fuck your mouth