Filip Filipi - Kosovka lyrics

[Verse 1: Filip Filipi] Love, love is a murderer Got the key to her heart, but I'm a burglar Key-less entry, automatic start Not a Capulet but she could play the part Halle Berry body dressed in linen by Armani Steppin' out the Scaglietti, smellin like Miyake Me I play the Brera, that's Alfa Romeo Never seen St. Tropez, but I seen a quelo Alligator shoes, the sweater with croc Never seen a yacht, but I beat the block It feel good to be self made Ray Ban vision, my kitchen cooked 6 trays Split it 6 ways, call me new money Call my kids old money, grandkids royalty Half Turkish, half German call her payback On my lap in the back of the Maybach Hook: On se sali ti bi se udala [Verse 2: Filip Filipi] Hate, hate is a murderer Nickel plated Nina, I know you heard of her I know I lied, I learned from CNN You know I love you, check mark on BBM I put your pictures in my family folder Said I be with ya, until its over In Casablanca we'll watch Casanova As I understood over the hood of the Chevy Nova She flew I took the train She crashed I took the blame She flew again but higher Eyes like the rings of fire I'd rather fight with you, then f** all of them Me without you, like Dubai without petroleum Eyes like a fox and she move like a puma Stabbed me through the heart but I lived like Bumba [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] I don't give a f** what works, what doesn't I'm in a bed with your girl, in the gut bustin' Had her give me head, got a concussion You corn bread, I'm a stud muffin I'm studyin' how to get blood from a stone Hip-hop dyin', f** it I'm gone I call you rapper's twin sheep It doesn't take long to f** any clone I am original (Inhale) My style got bit before I got signed But I ain't cryin' (Exhale) I'm a divine land mine Blowing crucifix shrapnel Feel like I'm playing scrabble Cause my words help me score, you a Poppa Doc battle You a T.V. show that no one watch I would rather go to sleep, you would rather go to cops I need money like a white boy that go to pops Or go to moms, groupie in the drop, young Goldie Hawn Topping me off, at the intersection I'm holding on And she tryin' to catch it all, my nut like Pokemon Freshly dipped like an ex-virgin You todays model, I'm the next version