Filip Filipi, Laws - Kosovka lyrics
[Filip Filipi, Laws - Kosovka lyrics]
Love, love is a murderer
Got the key to her heart, but I'm a burglar
Key less entry, automatic start
Not a Capulet but she could play the part
Halle Berry body dressed in linen by Armani
Steppin' out the Scaglietti
Smellin like Miyake
Me I play the Brera, that's Alfa Romeo
Never seen St tropez, but I seen a quelo
Alligator shoes, the sweater with croc
Never seen a yacht, but I beat the block
It feel good to be self made
Ray Ban vision, my kitchen cooked 6 trays
Split it 6 ways, call me new money
Call my kids old money, grandkids royalty
Half Turkish, half German call her payback
On my lap in the back of the Maybach
On se sali ti bi se udala
Hate, hate is a murderer
Nickel plated Nina, I know you heard of her
I know I lied, I learned from CNN
You know I love you, check mark on BBM
I put your pictures in my family folder
Said I be with ya, until it's over
In Casablanca we'll watch Casanova
As I understood over the hood
Of the Chevy Nova
She flew I took the train
She crashed I took the blame
She flew again but higher
Eyes like the rings of fire
I'd rather fight with you
Then fuck all of them
Me without you, like Dubai without petroleum
Eyes like a fox and she move like a puma
Stabbed me through the heart but
I lived like Bumba
I don't give a fuck what works, what doesn't
I'm in a bed with your girl
In the gut bustin'
Had her give me head, got a concussion
You corn bread, I'm a stud muffin
I'm studyin' how to get blood from a stone
Hip-hop dyin', fuck it I'm gone
I call you rapper's twin sheep
It doesn't take long to fuck any clone
I am original (Inhale)
My style got bit before I got signed
But, I ain't cryin' (Exhale)
I'm a divine land mine
Blowing crucifix shrapnel
Feel like I'm playing scrabble
Cause my words help me score
You a Poppa Doc battle
You a TV show that no one watch
I would rather go to sleep
You would rather go to cops
I need money like a white boy that go to pops
Or go to moms, groupie in the drop
Young Goldie Hawn topping me off
At the intersection I'm holding on
And she tryin' to catch it all
My nut like Pokemon
Freshly dipped like an ex-virgin
You todays model, I'm the next version
Got the key to her heart, but I'm a burglar
Key less entry, automatic start
Not a Capulet but she could play the part
Halle Berry body dressed in linen by Armani
Steppin' out the Scaglietti
Smellin like Miyake
Me I play the Brera, that's Alfa Romeo
Never seen St tropez, but I seen a quelo
Alligator shoes, the sweater with croc
Never seen a yacht, but I beat the block
It feel good to be self made
Ray Ban vision, my kitchen cooked 6 trays
Split it 6 ways, call me new money
Call my kids old money, grandkids royalty
Half Turkish, half German call her payback
On my lap in the back of the Maybach
On se sali ti bi se udala
Hate, hate is a murderer
Nickel plated Nina, I know you heard of her
I know I lied, I learned from CNN
You know I love you, check mark on BBM
I put your pictures in my family folder
Said I be with ya, until it's over
In Casablanca we'll watch Casanova
As I understood over the hood
Of the Chevy Nova
She flew I took the train
She crashed I took the blame
She flew again but higher
Eyes like the rings of fire
I'd rather fight with you
Then fuck all of them
Me without you, like Dubai without petroleum
Eyes like a fox and she move like a puma
Stabbed me through the heart but
I lived like Bumba
I don't give a fuck what works, what doesn't
I'm in a bed with your girl
In the gut bustin'
Had her give me head, got a concussion
You corn bread, I'm a stud muffin
I'm studyin' how to get blood from a stone
Hip-hop dyin', fuck it I'm gone
I call you rapper's twin sheep
It doesn't take long to fuck any clone
I am original (Inhale)
My style got bit before I got signed
But, I ain't cryin' (Exhale)
I'm a divine land mine
Blowing crucifix shrapnel
Feel like I'm playing scrabble
Cause my words help me score
You a Poppa Doc battle
You a TV show that no one watch
I would rather go to sleep
You would rather go to cops
I need money like a white boy that go to pops
Or go to moms, groupie in the drop
Young Goldie Hawn topping me off
At the intersection I'm holding on
And she tryin' to catch it all
My nut like Pokemon
Freshly dipped like an ex-virgin
You todays model, I'm the next version