JEFF REDD – SOKA!

JEFF REDD – SOKA! Lyrics

Artist: JEFF REDD
Song: SOKA!

Cepler baba money dolu çanta
Paraları dizginlerim al pampa
Konum at konuşmayın alçakta
Para yap konuşmadım kaltakla

Cepler baba money dolu çanta
Paraları dizginlerim al pampa
Konum at konuşmayın alçakta
Para yap konuşmadım kaltakla

Konuşur dururlar ama hızlı çocuklar bur’da
Bitiremedin kendini yerin dibine soka
Soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, soka
Soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, soka

Kışın montlayım yavrum yaz mı değil
Koşturmacadayım ama hazır değil
Yavrum tek geceliksin karım değil
Gazı full’iceksin gasso değil

Yine Aleyna ya da Merveler
Bi’ gün rezidans dan bi’ gün mahalleden
Yeni pozları kes mobeseden EFT yap
Yeni trafikten doldurdum bolca

Çok yemekten olduk tam poğaça
Telefon başında mekanı öğren
Patlasın onlar
Pederle yaptım FaceTime hücreden

EFT yap atmden çete yok herkes sahi neden
Roman çocukları makineler
Kekeler dızo ama yeni nesil saçlar uzun ve yanlar keskin
Harikalardayım mikey uzun namlular tut orospuya

Kekele yap racon kahpe sussun
Koy dalgayı çantayı gezgin gibi gez mahalle dumanla essin
Agalar trafikte ve yol yap Taliban gibiyiz
Sık mekana, topuğuna patlat kaç abi yaptık baba abra

Hacivat Karagöz teslimatta konumda Porsche her yeri çöp
Ver para al malı Alman güzellik yap abla
Soka, soka, soka, soka, soka, so
So-so-so-so soka, soka, soka, so

Soka, soka, soka, so
Soka, soka, soka, so
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SOKA! Lyrics – English Translation

Pockets Baba Money full bag
Take the money, take it pampa
Throw a position, don’t talk low
Make money, I didn’t talk to the b#tch

Pockets Baba Money full bag
Take the money, take it pampa
Throw a position, don’t talk low
Make money, I didn’t talk to the b#tch

They talk, but fast kids are on Bur
You couldn’t finish yourself
Soka, street, street, street, street, street, street, street
Soka, street, street, street, street, street, street, street

I am assembly in winter, baby, not write
I’m in rush but not ready
Baby you are one nightgown, not my wife
Gas Full’iceksin Not Gasso

Again Aleyna or Merves
Bi ‘day from the residence’ day from the neighborhood
Cut the new poses make eft from mobes
I filled it from new traffic

We were for a lot of donuts
Find out the place on the phone
Let them explode
I did it with a father facetime from the cell

EFT Make a gang from the ATM, everyone
Roman Children Machines
Stutter dizo but new generation hair is long and sides are sharp
I’m wondering, hikey long barrels, b#tch

Kekele make racon b#tch silence
Put the wave of the bag like a traveler.
Agalar is in traffic and we are like taliban
Frequent space, heel, detonate how many brothers did we do, father Abra

Hacivat Karagöz in Delivery Porsche everywhere is garbage
Give me money, German beauty, sister
Soka, Street, Street, Street, Soka, SO
SO-SO-SO-SO SOKA, SOKA, SOKA, SO

Soka, Street, Street, SO
Soka, Street, Street, SO
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JEFF REDD Lyrics – SOKA!

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Release Year: 1991

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