Dilerska - Surreal, Krešo Bengalka

O, da, samo prodaje se droga

Tebra, pravim, bre, sto evrića dnevno minimum matori

Aaaah!

I neću da padnem

Yeah, uh

Nemoj ništa da pričaš preko telefona, matori

Samo dođi sutra i sve može

Aaaah!

Prodao sam kilu, a zaradio sam kitu

Da mi ide tol’ko dnevno, onda uzeo bi' kintu

Opet imam više keša nego ti

Jedem pedes' evra dnevno, tebra, to smo mi

«Narkomani», nazivaju nas drugovi

U stvari smo im samo droga i dugovi

Ribe puše karu, jer lože se na priču

A priču imam staru — može sve, al' samo tiću

Keve kukaju i plaču, klinci ne idu u školu

Deca šljakaju u kraju, duvaju i prave lovu

Pa-keti im na jaju, na telefon samo zovu

Svaki dan mi ode, tebra, kao tebi za Novu

Zato slušaj pesmu ovu, mrdaj levo-desno glavom

Mene zovi, ja ne sečem, mi smo dileri sa stavom

Imam žuto-bele treše, uzmi častiću te travom

Kaktus, 'čurke, koca, burek, malo provozaj se sa mnom

Ja sam droga, bitch

Krešo Bengalka, u žilu ti pošaljem vraga

Pravim trostruke pare od droge, kese i zraka

Na mobitelu umuknem, razvežem se uživo

Oh yeah, just selling drugs

Tebra, I make, well, one hundred evrića a day, minimum, old people

Aaaah!

And I will not fall

Yeah, uh

Don't talk on the phone, old people

Just come tomorrow and anything is possible

Aaaah!

I sold a kilo, and I made a fortune

If I had that much a day, then I would take a penny

Again, I have more cash than you

I eat fifty euros a day, tebra, that's us

"Drug addicts", our friends call us

In fact, we are just drugs and debts for them

Pisces smokes cara, because they get fired up for a story

And I have an old story - anything is possible, but only tichi

The kids are whining and crying, the kids don't go to school

Children are slathering in the end, blowing and hunting

Pa-keti just calls them on the phone

Every day goes to me, tebra, like to you for New Year

So listen to this song, move your head left and right

Call me, I don't cut corners, we are dealers with attitude

I have yellow and white cherries, take a piece of grass

Cactus, 'kurke, koca, burek, take a little ride with me

I'm dope, bitch

Cresso Bengalka, I'm sending the devil into your veins

I make triple vapors from drugs, bags and air

I shut up on my cell phone, get divorced live