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Molo – Stilen Lagt Lyrics
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Molo – Stilen Lagt Lyrics (Original)

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

Behandler designer som Nike, sahbe
Ved ikk’ hva’ fuck, at du’ ude i
Babymama ringer, “kom nu papa
La’ os lige ram’ den der Louis”
Hun ved, at jeg går ra-ta-ta-ta
Hun ved, de’ ra-ta-ta-toui
Hun ved, de adams de snakker bare
Hun ved, de allesammen er movie (ou-wee)
Hun ved, jeg kommer på drugga-penge
Fyldt det der køleskab, drugga-penge
Købt det der hus for de drugga-penge
Fucking normalt, vi fordobler penge
Og rappers de rimer om lommepenge
Hvor fuck er, hvor fuck er deres lommer hen’?
Min sahbe, vi ruller, vi tømmer den (eeeh)

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

Folk de gi’r øjn’ ligesom Fendi
Toppen og bunden, Givenchy
Louis-afhængig, afhængig
Jeg vil være rig, ikk’ en kendis
Kig på mine øjne, de er trætte
Merler, man rør ikk’ engang rattet (Molololo)
Jeg laved’ ogs’ min’ peng’, før jeg rimed’
Det’ dengang, det’ dengang, du ikk’ engang var startet (Peng’, para, flous)
Sværger, min udsigt er sindssyg
Mit glas er ikk’ færdig’, men hent ny
Se mig rul’ op i en Bentley
Du’ ikk’ det der, du’ elendig
Snakker så meget, hva’ vil du?
Jeg hører dig ikk’, hva’ si’r du?
Snakker så meget, hva’ vil du?
Jeg hører dig ikk’, hva’ si’r du?

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

Folk de snakker, som de er der, men de ikk’ er der ikk’
Når tingene går hen og bli’r stramme
Folk de snakker, som de er, men vi ser dem ikk’
Habibi, vi’ kun i beton (woh-woh)
Du kender rutinen, jeg’ helt koks og jeg’ på bagsædet af bilen
La’ hende komme og la’ hende ogs’ hent’ veninden
Folk de snakker, men har ingenting at sige (woh-woh)
Kuya, kuya, kuya, kuya
Tasken er pakket akhoya
Champs-Élysées, ramt’ den i dag
Derfor er der kun euro på mig
Jaer-jaer-jaer, en løs i hånden og en Capri-Sonne
Ind i tøjet, ring en fucking tredser med en fitty i lommen

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

Brormand, selfølgelig er stilen lagt
Tro mig selvfølgelig, det ve’ de ogs’
De følger stilen, som de ve’, vi bragt’
De si’r, de’ VVS’er, si’r, det ve’ vi ogs’
Bling-bling, se de ting der’ sket
Brormand, én ting; Os vil de ikk’ se op
Brormand, det ved vi godt, ved vi godt
Men ikk’ af den grund, brormand, vil det stop’
Ikk’ af den grund, nej, ikk’ af den grund
Ska’ man stop’ med at køb’ [?]
Ikk’ af den grund, nej, ikk’ af den grund
Ska’ man stop’ med at køb’ design’
Stilen er lagt, ikk’ hva’ som helst, man går i (Milano)
Stilen er lagt, ikk’ hva’ som helst, man går i

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

De snakker så meget, men hva’ vil de?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Ind i Louis, lig’ en fitty
Nu har vi, hva’ vi ikk’ blev født i
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig
Kæden er kold, uret kølig’
Stilen er lagt, det’ selvfølgelig

Molo – Stilen Lagt Lyrics (English Version)

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

Treats designer like Nike, sahbe
I do not know what you’re fucking in
Babymama is calling, “Come on, Daddy
Let’s just hit the one there Louis ”
She knows I’m going to take ra-ta-ta-ta
She knows the ‘ra-ta-ta-toui’
She knows they are Adam’s only talking
She knows everyone is movie (ou-wee)
She knows I’m getting a drug
Filled it there fridge, drug-free
Bought that house for the drug
Fucking normally, we double the money
And rappers they rush for pocket money
How fuck are, how fuck are their pockets on?
My sahbe, we roll, we empty it (eeeh)

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

People they make eyes like Fendi
Top and bottom, Givenchy
Louis-dependent, dependent
I want to be rich, not a celebrity
Look at my eyes, they are tired
Merler, you do not even touch the wheel (Molololo)
I also made my ‘money’ before I rimed ‘
That’s it, when you once did not start (Peng, Para, Flous)
Stronger, my view is insane
My glass is not ‘finished’ but get new
Look me rolling up in a Bentley
You’re not there, you’re lousy
Talking so much, what do you want?
I do not hear you, what are you?
Talking so much, what do you want?
I do not hear you, what are you?

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

People they talk as they are there, but they are not there
When things go and get tight
People they talk as they are, but we do not see them ‘
Habibi, we’re only in concrete (woh-woh)
You know the routine, I’m “Coke and I” in the back of the car
Let her come and let her get her friend
People they talk but have nothing to say (woh-woh)
Kuya, kuya, kuya, kuya
The bag is packed akhoya
Champs-Élysées, hit it today
Therefore, only euro is on me
Jaer-Yer-Yer, a loose hand and a Capri-Sonne
Enter the clothes, call a fucking tredser with a fitty in your pocket

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

Brormand, of course, the style is laid
Believe me, of course, they’ve got it too
They follow the style as they’ve done, we brought ‘
They say, the ‘plumbers, say, we’ve got it too’
Bling-bling, see the things that happened
Brormand, one thing; They will not look up
Brormand, we know that, we know well
But not for that reason, brother-in-law, it will stop ‘
Not for that reason, no, not for that reason
Should you stop buying? [?]
Not for that reason, no, not for that reason
Should you stop buying ‘design’
The style is laid, no ‘whatever’ you go in (Milan)
The style is laid, no, whatever you go in

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain cold, the clock cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

They talk so much, but what do they want?
Balenci, Zanotti Giuseppe
Into Louis, it’s a fitty
Now we have what we were not born in
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course
The chain is cold, the clock is cool ‘
The style is laid, of course

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  1. Selin

    30 Kasım 2017 at 17:18

    perfect lyrics… super molo…

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