Ian – Traficant Lyrics
Artist: Ian
Song: Traficant
Spun cuvinte, fiecare vinde
Strada m-a invatat sa vad un fraier care minte
Care comenteaza pleaca fara fite
Nu esti traficant daca vinzi unor copilite
Merg pe strada, vad tupeu in pizde
S-a cam speriat, a traversat, nu vrea sa riste
Praf de pusca, narile incinse
Astia nu credeau ca pot s-ating un vis (Pot s-ating un vis)
Doua mii pe o geaca, nu pot sa ma misc (Nu pot sa ma misc)
Le dau teroare, vor sa faca schimb (Schimb)
Fa 2 linii si trage de timp (Ya)
Stiu ca-s faimos, da’ nu trage de tip (Na)
Curea LV, astia-mbraca din Peek
Merg in reluare, imi scadе din ping
Nu-i bag in seama, nu stau sa m-agit
Dau sute la harneala, Bеnihana, Sheraton
Tragem tone de pomana, Fendi, Prada cu Vuitton (Ya)
Curge nara, servetele, zici ca respir bulion
Am o viata de ma face sa ma intreb daca mai mor
Fac o tarfa sa-mi aduca niste pastile de somn (Skrr, skrr)
Face sport, da’ minimal, alearga bani, Usain Bolt (Woo, Woo)
Daca-ti dau o piatra sparge-o si te baga la efort (La efort)
Cand e moarta da-i papucii, asta numesc un avort (Prrrre)
Spun cuvinte, fiecare vinde
Strada m-a invatat sa vad un fraier care minte
Care comenteaza pleaca fara fite
Nu esti traficant daca vinzi unor copilite
Merg pe strada, vad tupeu in pizde
S-a cam speriat, a traversat, nu vrea sa riste
Praf de pusca, narile incinse
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Radiant Life Perspective – Close Your Eyes
Ethereal riffian – Unconquerable
Traficant Lyrics – English Translation
Say words, each sell
Strada taught me to see a breast
That comments leaves without phones
You’re not a trafficker if you sell some childites
I’m going on the street, I see tupeu in p#ss#
It was scared, crossed, he does not want to rist
Dust of rifle, enrolled nostrils
They did not think I could touch a dream (I can touch a dream)
Two thousand on a jacket, I can not misc (I can not move)
They give them terror, they want to exchange (exchange)
FA 2 lines and shoot time (ya)
I know it’s famous, yes’ Do not shoot type (NA)
LV belt, Astia-Mbraca in Peek
I’m going to resume, I get out of ping
I don’t get them on, I’m not going to M-Agit
I give hundreds at Harneala, Bienihana, Sheraton
We pull tons of pompan, Fendi, Prada with Vuitton (YA)
Nara flows, napkins, say I breathe broth
I have a life to make me wonder if I die
I’m doing a b#tch to bring me some sleep pills (Skrr, Skrr)
Make Sports, Yes’ Minal, Running Money, Usain Bolt (Woo, Woo)
If they give you a stone break it and get you to effort (on effort)
When it’s dead give his slippers, that’s what I call an abortion (prrrre)
Say words, each sell
Strada taught me to see a breast
That comments leaves without phones
You’re not a trafficker if you sell some childites
I’m going on the street, I see tupeu in p#ss#
It was scared, crossed, he does not want to rist
Dust of rifle, enrolled nostrils
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Ian Lyrics – Traficant
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From the album:
Traficant
Release Year: 2021
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0ARzj0g9lw