Smisao - Struka, Gru

Aganini prva, druga retrovizor čekiram

Nećeš verovati šta sam čuo baš pre neki dan

Kažu, Struka je ovo brate Struka je ono, o

I još se druzi i sa Ikcem i Reksonom

Jebeš to brate barem imam nešto para

Imam šaku slave, eto dobre pičke karam

Šaram ulicama grada, a na nogama je Prada

Pretvori se u uvo zipa šta ću reći sada

Šta tu vi koji kurac ovo, ono

Aj pitaj ribu brate što me smara telefonom

Aj pitaj ribu brate zašto neće sa kondomom

Jer koristi to sranje samo kad se jebe s tobom

Ja sa robom ti sa kešom, to što nudiš to je smešno

Igram vešto, nije teško da te vidim, da li žešmo

Da pratiš tempo zadrži tu misao

Zbog takvih kao ti igra gubi svaki smisao

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Ajaj, gubim svaki smisao

I opet iz početka, a hej

Ajaj, gubim svaki smisao

I opet iz početka, o

Šta ti ortaci misle da su šta, u ovom času

Ja sam jači za klasu, ti si na losem glasu

Zato možda već i trasu, kad napunim kasu

Neki biće puni ljubavi, a bili su u lošem gasu

O, ako je tako onda kul

Šetam po kraju svuda osećam vu

I svi su tu svi su tamo svi me zovu Struka vamo

Svi bi sa mnom nešto sa mnom sine, zovu me da duvamo

Imam tu čivu, čivu to je ta lala

Zajebi priču mala kad svejedno bi mi dala

Sada snimaju se spotovi, ribe kao drotovi

Privode me gajbi super cice, nikad skotovi

Hejteri k’o rotovi jer digla se buka

Opet čujem vaše ribe to je Struka, vidi Struka

O, i to je to sine karte na sto sine

Pravo na tron sine

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Ajaj, gubim svaki smisao

I opet iz početka, a hej

Ajaj, gubim svaki smisao

I opet iz početka, o

Neko želi da vam se obrati za sam kraj

Da čujem šta imaš da kažeš

Čujem opet izdao za City, oni gladni mi smo siti

Zašto kriti, ubiti, Basiviti il' City, ti si shity

Ja guram svoju priču, a trebo bi i ti

Da li ti smeta što se čke pale ili ti možda više smeta

Što me hvale ili što punim hale

Ja sam uvek bio svoj dok su druge sise krale

Već dugo sam na vrhu, a tvoje šanse su male

Pljuju me budale, a moje lice sija

Od glave do pete dija, ne samo zato ćto me ćajupla

Već što prija u plejeru kao bomba

Lep dan lagana vožnja moja kola

Nisu bilo čija i malo keša u džepu

Aganina's first, I check the second rear-view mirror

You won't believe what I heard just the other day

They say, Vocation is this brother Vocation is that, Fr

And he still hangs out with Ikc and Rekson

Fuck it bro at least I have some money

I have a handful of fame, that's a good cunt Karam

I stroll through the streets of the city, and Prada is on my feet

Turn into a zip ear what am I going to say now

What the hell are you doing this, that

Hey, ask the fish, bro, what's bothering me on the phone

Hey, ask the chick, bro, why won't she use a condom?

Because he only uses that shit when he's fucking with you

Me with goods, you with cash, what you offer is ridiculous

I play skillfully, it's not difficult to see you, shall we?

To follow the pace keep that thought

People like you make the game lose its meaning

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Alas, I'm losing all sense

And from the beginning again, and hey

Alas, I'm losing all sense

And from the beginning again, Fr

What do these partners think they are, at this hour

I'm stronger for the class, you're in a bad name

That's why they may already be shaking when I fill up the cash register

Some will be full of love, but they were in a bad mood

Oh, if that's right then cool

I'm walking around the neighborhood and I feel vu everywhere

And everyone is there, everyone is there, everyone calls me Struka vamo

Everyone wants to do something with me son, they call me to hang out

I have that chiva, chiva that's that lala

Screw the story, little one, when you'd give it to me anyway

Video clips are being shot now, chicks like dicks

I'm brought by crates of super tits, never scoots

Haters like rotov because there was a noise

I hear your fish again, it's Struka, see Struka

Oh, and that's a hundred cards, son

Right to the throne son

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Alas, I'm losing all sense

And from the beginning again, and hey

Alas, I'm losing all sense

And from the beginning again, Fr

Someone wants to contact you for the very end

Let me hear what you have to say

I hear again released for City, they are hungry we are full

Why hide, kill, Basiviti il' City, you're shity

I'm pushing my story, and so should you

Does it bother you that the ticks are on or maybe it bothers you more

What do they praise me for or what do I fill the hall with

I was always myself while other tits were stealing

I've been on top for a long time, and your chances are slim

Fools spit on me, and my face shines

From head to toe, it's not just because I'm crazy

It's already pleasing in the player like a bomb

Nice day, easy driving of my car

They are not just anyone's little cash in their pocket