Ludi Srbi – Jahači Lobanje

Ludi Srbi – Jahači Lobanje Lyrics

Artist: Ludi Srbi
Song: Jahači Lobanje

‘De ste mrmoti
Kako ide, ovih dana..?
Teške braćurde
Ja, i još neki gilipteri

Na vinjaku…
Dajte DS-a, eksera, spida, svega što ima
Ehh, dobar dan…
Pre upotrebe posavetujtete se sa lekarom i farmaceutom…

Neka pumpa ma samo neka pumpa (pumpaj)
Gledam oko sebe i masa je pukla (skroz)
Malo duvam (ouu), malo vinjak pijem, (a daj vinjak)
Udaram po nosu spid koji lupljen nije

Al’ sam lud (al’ sam lud), a tek je april (april)
Ni ove noći ne mogu da zaspim (nema spavanja)
Hoću da častim (‘ajmo), al’ samo braću (braćo)
Toliko me sad radi da stvarno ne znam šta ću (šta mi je)

Skačem skačem ne mogu da sedim (skači)
Znam da sam debil (debil), kada sam nagudran (nagudran)
Ako te gotivim onda si braćurda (braćke)
Odem do auta (ou), samo po prangiju (bum, bum)

Frenkija murija startuje u taksiju (dva eksera)
A joj mama nigde nema DS-a (nema DS-a)
Sve neki kreč i masa je skroz prsla (prsla)
Poludeću, ovde napraviću žitište (ra-ta-ta)

Jer u sobi je previše mase kritične (previše)
Yeah m#th*rf#ck*rs (pazi sad)
Znojim se znojim se a nije ni jul
Stišćem vilicu k’o da sam pitbul

Hvata me trip pa, pravim se kul
Prljavi Englezi bacaju se u mulj
Ne mogu do klonje da se probijem od marve
Na svaki Exit uvek ulazim bez karte

Ispada mi kesica u klonji koja smrdi
Prvi put mislim da ću stvarno pući
Najbolji afteri po 4 dana traju
Najviše volim kada je psidža u kraju

Sve poznate face a i ne moram do grada
Otkinem se k’o za 15 minuta od stana
Vozi me vozi me to je mađarski spid
Vozi me snažno zovem ga hungaroring

Od efedrina ruke mi drhte
300 na sat svima pumpaju nam čuke
A joj mama nigde nema DS-a (nema DS-a)
Sve neki kreč i masa je skroz prsla (prsla)

Poludeću, ovde napraviću žitište (ra-ta-ta)
Jer u sobi je previše mase kritične (previše)
Brate ne mogu ja da ratujem
Ovo nije grac mi to radimo bratski

NS nije BG mi to radimo gradski
Ovo nije Niš al’ radimo po naški
K’o da nismo Srbi ali radimo k’o Raški
Raci, raci serbezlije

U Temišvara sve do paganije
Šetamo Humskom u džepu travunija
Eci peci Kecman sine jeb’o Dangubića
Smotam 0.7 samo za Zagreb

Svratim do klajdže da pokupim pare
Nemaju nes al’ imaju kave
Svratim na rejv jer tamo su rave
‘Ajde sada kaži odakle su tvoji

Svima nam objasni kako ste vi domoroci
Pa ću ti ja reci da sam stig’o iz Krajine
I da pravim Novosađanima vadimo krajnike
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Jahači Lobanje Lyrics – English Translation

De’re Mrmoti
How are you doing these days ..?
severe braćurde
Yes, and some gilipter

At Brandy …
Give DS, nails, aids, everything has
Ehh, good day …
Before use, check with your doctor and pharmacist …

Let the pump it’s just a pump (Pump)
I looked around and mass broke (all the way)
A little blow (GCC), a little brandy drink, (and let brandy)
I hit the nose spid that is not peeled

But I’m crazy (like I’m crazy), and it’s only April (April)
Not this night I can not sleep (not sleep)
I want to buy you (let’s), but only brothers (brothers)
So am doing now to really do not know what to do (what is)

Leaping leaping can not sit (jump)
I know that I’m an idiot (moron), when I nagudran (nagudran)
If respecting you then you braćurda (Brack)
Go to the car (or), only the P range (bam)

Frenkija cops starts in the cab (two nails)
And her mother nowhere DS (not DS)
All of a lime and the weight is completely cracked (cracked)
I’m going crazy, it’ll make Zitiste (ra-ta-ta)

Because the room is too critical mass (too)
Yeah m#th*rf#ck*rs (watch now)
Sweating sweat and neither Jul
I clench my jaw like I’m a pit bull

He takes my trip, however, I say to cool
Dirty British cast in the mud
I can not clone was up to me to break from cattle
At each Exit always going in without a ticket

It turns out my bags in the can that stinks
The first time I think I’ll really break
Best After four days after the last
I like when the end of psidža

All celebrities but I do not have to town
Tear off is like 15 minutes from apartment
Take me driving me to the Hungarian spid
Take me strongly call it Hungaroring

Since ephedrine my hands tremble
300 per hour all pumped us čuke
And her mother nowhere DS (not DS)
All of a lime and the weight is completely cracked (cracked)

I’m going crazy, it’ll make Zitiste (ra-ta-ta)
Because the room is too critical mass (too)
Brother can not I will fight
This is not grac we do brotherly

NS BG did not we do this city
This is not Niš al ‘doing it’ s our
As if we are not Serbs but we do like Raska
Duck, duck serbezlije

In Timisoara until Pagania
We walk around in your pocket Hum Travunia
Eenie furnace Kecman son f#ck Dangubić
Smote 0.7 only for Zagreb

Stop by to pick up steam klajdže
Trust nes but a coffee
Stop by at a rave because there are rave
Come on now tell where are your

We all explained to you natives
Well I’m telling you that I stig’o Krajina
I say that we practice Novosadjanima tonsils
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Ludi Srbi Lyrics – Jahači Lobanje

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From the album:
Lud vec danima
Release Year: 2020