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Jala Brat & Buba Corelli - Monster (English Translation) Lyrics[Verse 1: Jala Brat]
Bored out, all burned out, I'mma strip that Saint Laurent
They see you level up, none these randoms ain’t your fans
Baby's cute as fuck, she got that troublesome face
Those buns, oh my God, forgettin' her just ain’t the case
Lil' mama's like an undercover cop
Fully packed like the Maracanã, our streets be on top
You shady, skin's dark tanned, the heat's been on our tails
Been up for five days, so hot she's got haters
Give me your heart when I pull up down the block wrecked apart
High as a kite, they say your sheets fly like carpets at night
Aight gimme that thang then hit my nerves like you hit those lines
Raw as cocaine, crashing on a breakdown, honey so fine

[Pre-Chorus: Jala Brat]
Nah, you a monster, oh damn, how you be shaking that ass
And I'm a gangster, Loš Sin, crowd ain't letting ’em pass
The hood’s bouncing up soon as we start cranking it up
It goes nonstop, non-non-nonstop

[Chorus: Jala Brat]
No, I ain't a cynic, but the Glock is unlocked
No, they ain’t skipping the clinic, sent them back to see the doc
When she starts stripping, I be tripping out of shock
When we made our first millie, it went straight into the block
Run that Šemsa and Sinan, my genes rooted in the Balkans
Fresh outta oven, all these brands from Milano
She's protestin, fully smashed, with that ass worth ten grands
WhatsApp's full, filled with snakes, healin' my soul from the wounds

[Verse 2: Buba Corelli & Jala Brat]
Lady’s ego trippin, yet, everyone knows who's who
Laid up with three bitches up in VIP, all three like vipers
Ain't snitching, ain't tipping off, seen nothing, I'm earless
Sitting while sipping, done wasted, I love to cruise through
Give her Coke Light, I'll have a syrup and a Sprite, yeah
Everything's Off-White, always ready for a fight, yeah
And you'd be my Kawasaki if you were a bike, yeah
(And you'd be my Kawasaki if you were a bike, yeah)
Don Cora's bossy like John Gotti, the flow drives you like Cherokee
Not a boxer like the Rocky, draw the gat, then dump it low-key
At the hotel, three girls with me, and you're my type, Cora's Top G
Damn perfect, that hair, those nails, the whole atlas on those globe cheeks

[Pre-Chorus: Jala Brat]
Nah, you a monster, oh damn, how you be shaking that ass
And I'm a gangster, Loš Sin, crowd ain't letting 'em pass
The hood's bouncing up soon as we start cranking it up
It goes nonstop, non-non-nonstop

[Chorus: Jala Brat]
No, I ain't a cynic, but the Glock is unlocked
No, they ain't skipping the clinic, sent them back to see the doc
When she starts stripping, I be tripping out of shock
When we made our first millie, it went straight into the block
Run that Šemsa and Sinan, my genes rooted in the Balkans
Fresh outta oven, all these brands from Milano
She's protestin, fully smashed, with that ass worth ten grands
WhatsApp's full, filled with snakes, healin' my soul from the wounds