Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Gang gang gang gang
She got a body like Nicki
Ooh baby
Give me the addy then I’m popping up
Once I get the location, turn left, turn right
Mm, then I’m pulling off
I’m gonna walk move walk
I gotta drop from a thot
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes be making her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want (yeah yeah)
Baby who f*cking with me, ain’t no competitor
Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I’m way ahead of them (yeah yeah)
She got a nigga and I got a bitch, it ain’t no telling tho
I’m feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets
I’m married to fashion
I’m breaking her back in
I’m hearing she got a body like Nicki, she got a body like Rih Rih
But none of that matter if the p*ssy is wack (on gang)
If your p*ssy trash bitch I’ma spit on ya back
If it’s not wet I’m on to the next
I’m too lit of a nigga I can’t be attached
I be styling I’m flexing with racks
I got money I know how to act
I’ma go put it up
I don’t care if I’m rich if you owe me I want it back
I see them cracking fours we gone start a fight
We gone pull up and end the whole litty night
Boo ba I’ma drop his ass boo ba I got the bag
I gotta chill where my niggas at, the whole gang eat I break bread
Yeah we be arguing and shit but it would not be about a bitch
I think she winning cuz she got no flaws
Ain’t no competing she badder than all
Her hair to her ass all of that cute shit
And not any nigga could get in her draws
She cute she my type, she fire
She the one I like
Pull up on me
Baby I want to f*ck, I want to f*ck
Once I get the location, turn left turn right
Mm, then I’m pulling off
I’m gonna walk move walk
I gotta drop from a thot
She like a nigga who pockets be bigger
A vet with the strokes be making her thicker
And do what he want, and do what he want (yeah yeah)
Baby who f*cking with me, ain’t no competitor
Shitting on opps, getting this guap, I’m way ahead of them (yeah yeah)
She got a nigga and I got a bitch, it ain’t no telling tho
I’m feeling very elite, niggas know I got the streets

[Tekst pesme “Pablo” ft. U-je-je
Pam-pam-pam
[Strofa 1: Buba Corelli, Milan Stanković]
Bolje da menjamo teme, da ne bi menjali poze
Nije mesto ni vreme, a kazne su rigorozne
Pogledi puni treme, nose me do nervoze
Dok vodi me u probleme, bolest bez dijagnoze
S tobom sam na metar od bola
Ti si kô kremen na litrima etanola
Gori do temelja, leti iz šteka lova
Pare mi dođe kô Tony manola
[Refren: Milan Stanković]
Zbog nje valjô bih kô Pablo, samo da joj kupim sve
Zbog nje valjô bih kô Pablo, samo da joj kupim sve
Zbog nje valjô bih kô Pablo, samo da joj kupim sve
Pablo, ej-je, a-a-a-a
[Post-Refren: Jala Brat, Buba Corelli]
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
[Strofa 2: Jala Brat]
Na meni Gucci pullover, novi džip, džep pun love
A juče nisi znala ko je dečko kojeg bi sve među noge svoje
Ten taman ima, mami kô niko nikad
Kola rentana, s njima nikad nećeš je imat
Sipa piće, telefonira, voli da folira
A moj Rollie ispoliran, obori je, demolira
Ne mogu da izoliram emocije, kriziram
Ti kô roba, overdoziran, svestan rizika
Slika, prilika prave nevolje, njena se ljubav ne pika jer takve ne vole
[Refren: Milan Stanković]
Zbog nje valjô bih kô Pablo, samo da joj kupim sve
Zbog nje valjô bih kô Pablo, samo da joj kupim sve
Zbog nje valjô bih kô Pablo, samo da joj kupim sve
Pablo, ej-je, a-a-a-a
[Post-Refren: Jala Brat, Buba Corelli]
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to
Zbog nje sam luđi, ona mami na to, mami na to, ona me mami na to Jala Brat & Buba Corelli]
[Uvod: Jala Brat]
Imperia!