Peja - Materialna dziwka

No whore, no bamboo
You know what's inside me, you're still putting me under pressure

Yo, lance your hardware stuff is first clean,
You take it out, you purr "baby, suck it."
She's not allowed, she's making fools of herself with this anger,
The text of pity will not help in the feeling of helplessness,
Tensioned phallus is so standing idle,
They better contact each other when hearing the text about the relationship
So you pay such a whore now you're in seventh heaven,
Touch where you want it a second time and I'll fuck you up,
Lyrically you can dance what you're doing doesn't move me
You're asking why I'm recording this because I don't have a fucking sense,
A material whore who wants to teach,
On a better occasion, throw your legs on your back,
For every gift, we argue for hours
You want to listen to me for a little bit of money to fuck off at the end,
Listen, wipe your muzzle, and everyone's hair is gushing
A third-league artist with an exiled reputation
She boasts of being so tight with her, she's extra hot,
Shaman's a nice outfit earned on a rack,
Fucked up, asshole without prejudice, a good bastard,
You say who, like who, but I'm not like that,
And in the evening, the fair, for Shake and Big Mac
If you don't cut someone's head off, you're hiding his head in his legs,
And over your head, you're gonna have a scented Christmas tree,
The French lesson is very good pronunciation,
In the morning you wake up with the option of a deity and a new one,
You'd be like a spare tire
"let me go with you after all I can do."
You're afraid to stop, because they won't respect you,
I won't know how to deal with you anyway
You're not going to change, they won't appreciate you,
Touch where you want to end up with a little change,
Touch where you want to end up with a little change,

So feel the cat's movements Bitch feel the cat's movements
Touch where you want to twice want your doom.
The important thing is that it is polite then the option is fabulous
A material whore is a dangerous game

And you can feel the movements, the cat's guts,
There's only one thing you mean in fact,
Put your hand on the account and gold,
Precious stones, you do it with a clear conscience,
You think I don't know, after the first meeting I'm sure,
That you see yourself in the new be-em-seven,
Tight, short shirt, fits in your dream trolley,
As much intelligence, as a kiss, I'm so sorry,
That's very ugly for you,
I already know everything. You're a lousy material whore,
So try to bounce me, you wake the stallion,
The fire of the verve, I'm pissed off by your ladies' coquetter,
You'll suck it all out, that's the honest truth,
You're looking at life through the prism of a big-time chap,
I can see those little fingers, those cat moves
With a warm blink of an eye, touch where you want to see the second part
Lamzaz hip hop servant, you serve a woman,
I don't believe in miracles, it won't work,
Could be blond black or red,
And you're absolutely looking for one love,
You must remember that every woman is a Judas

So feel the cat's movements Bitch feel the cat's movements
Touch where you want to twice want your doom.
The important thing is that it is polite then the option is fabulous
A material whore is a dangerous game

No whore, no bamboo.
You know what's inside me, you're still putting me under pressure
You know what I'm talking about, it's the female material world
That kind of fucking race, you're dreaming of rarities