Ruky Preč - Separ, Rest, Bitman

Ruky preč, uh, od fakerov ruky preč

Dáme reč moe, uh-uh, nedáme reč

Je to česť keď sa s tebou bavím, je to česť

Nebuď gec, ukáž lojalitu ako pes

Ako Pacman, vyhýbam sa, nechcem

Žiadny extrém, chillujem, ma jebne

Dám si na to haze a hneď mi je lepšie

Ani neviem aký je dnes deň

Ruky preč hoe, asi ťa preplo

Keď chceš ísť do backstagu, potrebuješ heslo

Aj tak sa ma nedotkneš ani nehtom

Niekto ti tu možnost dá, no ja to nejsom

Milujem iba dve, mám ich doma, stack na stack

Robím pre ne, ruky preč, daj si dokopy dve a dve

Bustdown, cash a flex stoji námahu a stres

Veď to jebem koniny, ja dávam od nich ruky preč

To čo teraz poviem more myslím zle

Postav sa už do piče a zmizni preč

Nenamotáš ma ani na biznis cash

Debata čo vedeme je čistý trash

Proč si tak vyjebane slizký, zlez

Mi z očí, nech ťa nevidím ak vždycky chceš

Len výhody čo idú zo mňa, blízky sneh

A iné pičoviny, výbuch — tick, tick, jeb

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Nechcem, nemám, nedám, nedám

Ja dávam ruky preč

Jak best friend

Len vtedy keď chceli nekterí fakeri v backstagi chlastať

Chechcem sa, akurát furt bude faktura, natural bastard

Backhand

Hneď dovi nechtovi fejkoví hejpovi dejtomi nasrat

Rešpekt

Ten more na sto percent, už nechcem, basta

Na čo potom robí to ta piča, očividne neopýta

Porád nechápe sa pýtam

Či by bola taká dobra, more nech sa ma nechytá

S tebou som si nepotykal, dobre teší ma Monika

Toto nebude, zapomeň lebo to sa ma netýka

Sorry, tebe fakt jebe, tebe nehovorí etika

Vôbec nič ako by si bola nafetovaná z pika

Nepoznám ťa, preto nepojdeme spolu vôbec nikam

Kurva — niekedy vážne som už bez slov

Kurva — špinavá kurtizána, preč s ňou

Kurva — jak môže byť niekto tak doterný?

Kurva — ruky preč, dávno som verný

Tak kedy to pochopíš?

— Nie, už sa nezmestíš

Toto bolo poslednýkrát bo si otravný, no tak more vypadni

Neviem čo tu robíš, nemáš tu byť

Vstup máš zakázaný aj tak lebo nepoznáš PIN

Sorry, ale na buzerantov si nepotrpím

Preto dávam ruky bokom od fejkerov jak vy, peace

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Nechcem, nemám, nedám, nedám

Ja dávam ruky preč

Ruce pryč, boy, dej ty ruce pryč, boy

Radši zmiz, boy, nejsem tvoje bitch, boy

Jsi wannabe real fan, vim to

Nelep se na mě tak blízko

Neříkej mi, že máš sick flow

A prosim tě, nedělej beatbox

Nelej mi to pivo na tričko

Nevadí mi, že by to nevyschlo

Vadí mi, že to leje nikdo

Zapomenu na tebe — jsi PIN kód

Skáčeš tady jak Kris Kross

Seru ti na to, že máš VIPko

Vypnu tě jak Kličko, jsi minulost jak Fred Flintstone

Serou mě ty lidi, který neznaj dost

«Bro, tady máš telefon, hned nás foť!»

Neříkej mi bro, já tě neznam bro

Chtělo by to mezi nás zeď a plot

Cpeš se do backstage, neznáš kód

Chceš nás znát, ale bez nás, proč?

Podlejzáš jako levná hoe

Mám real fans, takovejch neznám moc

Viděl jsem tady tobě rovnejch sto

Seru ti na to, že máš dobrej koks

Hraješ si na to, že jsi mocnej boss

Leť ty debile, tok mejch slov

Sypeš piko, skáčeš nohama na osmej schod

A když jsi pryč boy — slavíme to jako kdyby byl Novej rok

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Ruky preč, dávam ruky preč

Nechcem, nemám, nedám, nedám

Ja dávam ruky preč

Hands off, uh, away from the fakers

Let's talk moe, uh-uh, let's not talk

It's an honor to talk to you, it's an honor

Don't be gec, show loyalty like a dog

Like Pacman, I avoid, I don't want to

No extreme, I'm chilling, I'm fucking

I'll take the haze and I'm better now

I don't even know what day it is today

Hands off hoe, you probably passed

You need a password to go to the backstag

You won't even touch me with your fingernail

Someone will give you that opportunity, but I'm not

I only love two, I have them at home, stack on stack

I work for them, hands off, put two and two together

Bustdown, cash and flex cost effort and stress

Because I'm fucking horses, I'm giving up on them

What I say now, I mean wrong

Get in the pussy and disappear

You don't even get me into business cash

The debate we have is pure trash

Why are you so fucking slimy, get down

I can't see you if you always want to

Just the benefits that come from me, the nearby snow

And other shit, blast - tick, tick, fuck

Hands off, I'm giving up

Hands off, I'm giving up

Hands off, I'm giving up

I don't want to, I don't, I don't, I don't

I'm giving up

How best friend

Only when some fakers wanted to get drunk in the backstage

I want to, just be an invoice, a natural bastard

Backhand

Immediately give your nails a fucking fuck

Respect

One hundred percent that sea, I don't want to anymore, that's it

She obviously doesn't ask what she's doing

I still don't understand I ask

Whether it is so good, let the sea not catch me

I haven't met you, Monika is very happy

This will not be, forget it because it does not concern me

Sorry, you really don't like it, ethics doesn't tell you

Nothing at all like you were fried from a spade

I don't know you, so we're not going anywhere at all

Fuck - sometimes I'm really speechless

Fuck - dirty courtesan, away with her

Fuck - how can anyone be so intrusive?

Fuck - hands off, I've been faithful for a long time

So when will you understand?

- No, you won't fit anymore

This was the last time you were annoying, so get out of the sea

I don't know what you're doing here, you shouldn't be here

You are not allowed to enter anyway because you do not know the PIN

Sorry, but I can't stand buzzards

That's why I put my hands aside from fiddlers like you, peace

Hands off, I'm giving up

Hands off, I'm giving up

Hands off, I'm giving up

I don't want to, I don't, I don't, I don't

I'm giving up

Hands off, boy, put those hands away, boy

You better get out, boy, I'm not your bitch, boy

You're a real fan, I know that

Don't get so close to me

Don't tell me you have sick flow

And please don't beat the box

Don't pour that beer on my shirt

I don't mind it not drying up

It bothers me that no one is pouring

I'll forget about you - you're a PIN

You jump here like Kris Kross

Fuck you, you have a VIP

I'll shut you down like Kličko, you're a thing of the past like Fred Flintstone

People who don't know enough piss me off

"Bro, here's your phone, take a picture of us now!"

Don't call me bro, I don't know you bro

It would take a wall and a fence between us

You 're in the backstage, you don' t know the code

You want to know us, but without us, why?

You crawl like a cheap hoe

I have real fans, I don't know much of them

I've seen a hundred of you here

Fuck you, you have good coke

You're playing to be a powerful boss

Fly you moron, flow of my words

You pour pico, you jump on the eighth step

And when you're gone boy - we celebrate it like it's New Year's Eve

Hands off, I'm giving up

Hands off, I'm giving up

Hands off, I'm giving up

I don't want to, I don't, I don't, I don't

I'm giving up