CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mr. Polska - Czarny Dress
It's, It's, It's Prada, I enter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
She does not reflect when she sees yellow plates
This seven that's driving up is mine, not dad's
I grew up in mud and swamp
Nowadays, covered in gold and money
Gucci bandana, in the club like Rambo
Suicide doors, Murciélago
White Air Forces, I wear them once
OG Kush, smoke flies through the roof
I enter a Żabka in this Burberry coat
Cash is fuel, we're speeding up
Your wifе doesn't drink Coca-Cola
10k, I can sprinkle with champagne
It's, It's, It's Prada, I еnter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Black, black tracksuit (tracksuit)
In the left pocket, there's jazz (jazz)
In the right pocket I've got cash (cash)
Be-beng, be-beng beng
Ok, Belle fête (Belle fête), Pomper (Pomper)
Survet' (Survet'), Sportif (Sportif)
Paris (Paris), Amsterdam (Woo)
Ecoutez, si tu cherches le Bon Dieu
I'm entering the club, I'm smoking a joint
Give me cash, not a record (gold)
GCBW hits again, what's up?
Dark businesses like Gotham City
Around me only bandits, look
My friends drunk, be-beng
My dreams are being fulfilled by Bombay Gin
Money is falling from the sky (money)
It's, It's, It's Prada, I enter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Black tracksuit, it's not mourning
If goods are sniffed, then in a tracksuit, homie
Mercedes parked by itself, shopping, illness
I shop in boutiques, not Smyk, homie
Tracksuit, because of the Slav squat
SMS, that a series of money is waiting
Expensive dresscode, you see it from afar
Roll this joint, don't procrastinate
I burst into the club dressed comfortably
Because jeans squeeze my balls
She's alone, would want to be next to me
But after the first line, she's looking crippled
It's, It's, It's Prada, I enter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
She does not reflect when she sees yellow plates
This seven that's driving up is mine, not dad's
I grew up in mud and swamp
Nowadays, covered in gold and money
Gucci bandana, in the club like Rambo
Suicide doors, Murciélago
White Air Forces, I wear them once
OG Kush, smoke flies through the roof
I enter a Żabka in this Burberry coat
Cash is fuel, we're speeding up
Your wifе doesn't drink Coca-Cola
10k, I can sprinkle with champagne
It's, It's, It's Prada, I еnter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Black, black tracksuit (tracksuit)
In the left pocket, there's jazz (jazz)
In the right pocket I've got cash (cash)
Be-beng, be-beng beng
Ok, Belle fête (Belle fête), Pomper (Pomper)
Survet' (Survet'), Sportif (Sportif)
Paris (Paris), Amsterdam (Woo)
Ecoutez, si tu cherches le Bon Dieu
I'm entering the club, I'm smoking a joint
Give me cash, not a record (gold)
GCBW hits again, what's up?
Dark businesses like Gotham City
Around me only bandits, look
My friends drunk, be-beng
My dreams are being fulfilled by Bombay Gin
Money is falling from the sky (money)
It's, It's, It's Prada, I enter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Black tracksuit, it's not mourning
If goods are sniffed, then in a tracksuit, homie
Mercedes parked by itself, shopping, illness
I shop in boutiques, not Smyk, homie
Tracksuit, because of the Slav squat
SMS, that a series of money is waiting
Expensive dresscode, you see it from afar
Roll this joint, don't procrastinate
I burst into the club dressed comfortably
Because jeans squeeze my balls
She's alone, would want to be next to me
But after the first line, she's looking crippled
It's, It's, It's Prada, I enter the club here (Skrrrt)
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
Ban-bandit, I enter the club here
Black tracksuit, bla-bla-black tracksuit
