UZI x CHAHID - KALİTE ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

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 UZI x CHAHID - KALİTE ŞARKI SÖZLERİ



(E-ey, Chahid)


Uyanmam erken saatte, geçti gençliğim hep semtlerde (Yeah)

Eşlik et, yansın cadde, ah, bu mahalle, bu mahalle

Taktım peşime, koşturdum hepsini top, var ikili, bu hatun Messi mi?

Çok var senden, ondan tüm hevesimi aldım, bıraktım engelde hepsini (Ey)

Organik şarkılar (Ya, her zaman kalite, ey)

Görüşüm radikal, biz konuşmayız polise

Konuşup durun kamiller, ah, daha da güç verir bu bize

Uçurtma hapise (Wow, selam organize, ey)


Yetiş arkamdan, artık boş yere hızlanmam (Lala-la-la-la)

Agalar badman, her biri anlıyo' mutfaktan (Anlıyo' mutfaktan)

Tribün ve mahalle, cadde, her kolumuz var lan (Her kolumuz var lan)

Sana kalmaz pasta, anla, koş, yetiş arkamdan (Lala-la-la-la)


Virane gençlik, var hapishane

Ölüm, her türlü sahne

Gösterdi bu mahalle

Çok pişman gözlerim, anne

Baksana, duman dolu odam, en yakınım bile inanmadı bana

Her gün bugünleri planladım ama

Artık soruları cevaplıyo' duvarlar

Yaptım featler, yaptım milyon, dediler "Paralı"

Parayı ben alıyom'

Bunlar emeğim, sen gibi sanıyon'

Daha yeni tanıyon' beni

Tüm kahpeler dönüp geri arıyo' beni

Yolu verdiğim kimse unutamıyo' beni

Chavo sıkıntıdan kurtarıyo' di mi? Salın artık beni

Delirdim kaliteli, ah


Yetiş arkamdan, artık boş yere hızlanmam (Lala-la-la-la)

Agalar badman, her biri anlıyo' mutfaktan (Anlıyo' mutfaktan)

Tribün ve mahalle, cadde, her kolumuz var lan (Her kolumuz var lan)

Sana kalmaz pasta, anla, koş, yetiş arkamdan (Lala-la-la-la)


(Ya, Etki on the track)

Virane gençlik, var hapishane (Lala-la-la-la)

Ölüm, her türlü sahne (Lala-la-la-la)

Gösterdi bu mahalle

Virane (Lala-la-la-la)

Ölüm, her türlü sahne (Lala-la-la-la)

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