UZI & Modd – WAG1 ŞARKI SÖZLERİ

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 UZI & Modd – WAG1 ŞARKI SÖZLERİ


[Verse 1: UZI & Modd]

Nakitimi sağlar bu müzik, dişler VVS

Gel arabama bin İstanbul'u kes

Hareketi gör kurşun gibi delice'z

Kapını kitlesen de biz gelice'z

Kendisi sevmiyo', çevresi hasta

Ekmek yok, yedim İtalyan pasta

Kurulur hepsi bulunmam temasta

Sadece aile, yok kolpa aramızda

Parlar elmas gibi kanlı

GnG fam brodie film gibi her anı

Iskalasak bile devam

Bitmiyo' pilim bur'dayım her an

WAG1 bu klan altın paket

Flex on flex buz tutmuş Patek

İstanbul'dan London connect

Yola çıktık çok var sizden dönek


[Nakarat: UZI & Modd]

Sadece business ben sana bakmam

WAG1 bro tüm team Badman

Varoştan villaya yok apartman

Bana bak lan şaka yok ben abartmam

Sadece gerçek yalan atmam

Wagwan fam, ailemi satmam

Bulutlara bastık bataktan

Rakip yok, düşman çok, ama ben kaçmam


[Verse 2: UZI & Modd]

Biz gibi şeytanı görmedi kimse

Biz efendi olduk ner'de gerekirse

İntikam alınır kim karşımda bitse

Abisi, dayıları her ne sikimse

Ölürsem mezarıma gelmesin kimse

Hakkını veremediniz çabalarımın

Bana "Baba" der, gece onun ile kalırım

Para babalarınızın ta amına koyarım

Dörtlükler milyon oldu, kafa trilyon

Ekranda, sahnede izle bak vizyon

İstedim Vuitton, Loui' gelsin bi' ton

Brodie bu Moddie

İstanbul Pasifik, olamam pesimist

İki D'li Moddie, Modd brodie

Devrilir tekneniz bak sağlam gemimiz

34 İstanbul, Chavo bu GnG


[Nakarat: UZI & Modd]

Sadece business ben sana bakmam

WAG1 bro tüm team Badman

Varoştan villaya yok apartman

Bana bak lan şaka yok ben abartmam

Sadece gerçek yalan atmam

Wagwan fam, ailemi satmam

Bulutlara bastık bataktan

Rakip yok, düşman çok, ama ben kaçmam

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