Si Je (feat. Mc Kresha & Lyrical Son)
Kalle kalle zemr ti, ça bone ti paw
Un lali ska kufi, majna ni gin ni kallash
Ti a ke lu o lale si po kërcen
O dale, ti bona mu qefin se e di që je loca
Ne pina Don Perignon
Cik cika, luje bone bone show
Ne pina Don Perignon
Cik cika, luje bone bone show
Shawty down me TT
Me mu nuk ka lojna, din ti e din
Shawty down me TT
Zemr, hajde boina qef, hajde ti
Zemr, kallxom
Sije, sije, sije, sije
Hajde ti, hajde ti, hajde ti
Zemr, ama numrin t’thiri nesër
Ose shkrujm, përgjigjem kur jam esm
Kështë locka me at fytyr engjull
SMS tem e pret, e them
Chill baby, I’m not do to this
Dit për dit turist, ni aventurist
Jetm film artist
Thot kom ble Paris
Hajde këtu, mos prit skena, dit tu lumturit
Skena kohë me t’njoftu, prit
Vrena, se kam lu këto dit
Po belena se s’t’du për trip
Shprehna kur jam dru o fet
Mrena e kena losem it
Em i thats, you shopping
Play se s’po foli hiç
Ping and ring, thuj jam pimp
Veshet pikancki deri mint, late me things
Rate me drink, vesht bling
Po shkëlqen, se ni çant për fillim
S’ka ma house, s’ka çmim, resistant violin
Tre strata Michelin
Zemr, kallxom
Sije, sije, sije, sije
Hajde ti, hajde ti, hajde ti
AK 47, kokë 30 pluma n’të
Duhna antiplum me bajt
Që me mujt me t’u përshtat
Që 1 muj t’kam pa, je flak
Duhet me uj me t’gjujt me lak
Belin luje thu arabk
Çunat ton tu rreh shuplak
Cili t’gju n’i thu ti no
S’je prej këtu, je shlu me flak
Tutna me t’a shlu naj fjalë
M’gju me pluma gjaku vad
Lum për mu me t’pas nafak
Likurn brune çokollad
Lule du me t’pru me vaz
Shumë pe du, kom lu o bab
T’shunen du me ftu me dal
Thuj asaj don me njoftu ni djal
S’kom hesap me luftu unë me to
Ku me guxu o daj
Lug beton o këpuca saj
Perignon mi qu asaj
Sa kushton as se boj fjalë
Lule shtroj krejt rruga saj
Mos me fol si pidhanans
Kush s’na don, moj zemra i plast
3 këngëtar mi pru me kall
T’lutna mos me gju me armë
Star vajz, shooter star
S’ka plast trupi gjallë
Super star, me yllin n’ballë
Fryra saj o beautiful
Zemr, kallxom
Sije, sije, sije, sije
Hajde ti, hajde ti, hajde ti
If I (feat. Mc Kresha & Lyrical Son)
Hey girl, you got my heart, it’s all about you now
I’m not playing games, just know I’m all in, no doubt
You’re the one I want, let’s dance, let’s vibe
Come on, you know you’re wild, and I’m feeling alive
We’re sipping Don Perignon
Pop that bottle, let’s put on a show
We’re sipping Don Perignon
Pop that bottle, let’s put on a show
Shawty, you’re down with me
With me, there’s no games, you know it’s true
Shawty, you’re down with me
Baby, let’s have some fun, just me and you
Baby, tell me
Show me, show me, show me, show me
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Baby, but call me tomorrow
Or text me, I’ll reply when I’m free
This girl’s got that angel face
My texts are waiting, just you see
Chill baby, I’m not doing this
Day by day, I’m a tourist, just an adventurist
Living like an artist
Says I’m buying Paris
Come here, don’t wait, let’s enjoy this bliss
The scene’s set for us to meet, just wait
Look, I’ve been busy these days
But I don’t want you to trip
Just express it when I’m feeling it
Inside, we’re losing it
I’m all about that, you shopping
Play it cool, I’m not saying much
Ping and ring, call me a pimp
Dressed to impress, late night with the bling
Rate me with drinks, got that shine
You’re glowing, starting with that bag
No more house, no price, resistant to the game
Three Michelin stars
Baby, tell me
Show me, show me, show me, show me
Come on, come on, come on, come on
AK 47, head full of bullets for you
I need armor to keep it cool
So I can adapt to you
Since a month ago, I’ve seen you, you’re fire
Gotta keep it real, gotta keep it tight
Dance like you’re Arabic
Our boys are throwing slaps
Whoever hits you, just say no
You’re not from here, you’re wild with fire
I’m scared to say a word
Hit me with blood, I’m in
Lucky for me to have you in my life
Brown liquor, chocolate
Flowers, I want to bring you some
I love you so much, I’m playing, oh baby
On Sunday, I want to invite you out
Tell her I want to meet a guy
I’m not here to fight with you
Where’s the courage, oh man
Concrete spoon, oh her shoes
Perignon for her
How much it costs, I won’t even say
Flowers all over her path
Don’t talk to me like a fool
Who doesn’t love us, oh baby, they’re lost
Three singers bringing the heat
Please don’t shoot me with a gun
Star girl, shooting star
No one’s alive, no one’s dead
Superstar, with a star on her head
She’s blowing up, oh beautiful
Baby, tell me
Show me, show me, show me, show me
Come on, come on, come on, come on