Miała nogi jak Naomi i lubiła wpaść w nałogi
Więc ochrzcili ją znajomi jak
Plan był wbić się na salony, dać im w pizdę, zgarniać plony
Pan wystygnie, zamiast dzwonić jak szalony
Ustawiała ich do pionu jak sztabowy
Prosili: “Więcej daj, Naomi! Daj, mało mi!”
Chłop jest chłop, maszt stoi, nim się zastanowi
Więc Naomi pięknie wystawionych gnoi ma na dłoni
A propos gnoi pod jej klatką banda stoi
Nawet nie splunie na to, co tam ktoś pierdoli
Bo gnój ma czas na zgony, chociaż mało ma dla żony
A Naomi? Ją by bardzo, kurwa, chętnie brał na rogi
Nie te progi, nie te, kawalerze, drogi
Jak bierze towix, lepiej sama siebie robi
Twoim zasiłkiem to by wytarła podłogi
Nie ona Tobie, prędzej Ty jej możesz wejść pod
I love bad b#tches, that’s my f#ckin problem
Sit down, be humble
Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to lo-
I wanna f#ck you
You’re such a f#ckin’ ho
Miała nogi jak Naomi, usta słodkie jak batonik
I słuchała A$AP Rocky
Myśli co dziś da na story, afterki czy Raphacholin
A ta małpa jest wklejana
I jеst ładna, kurwa, w chuj, coś
A twój stary to by dla niej
Chcą jej ręki tak jak ręki Maradony
Starszе panie reagują jak na Wołyń
Jan palony, kiedy nawijają farmazony
Zapraszają ją do Kapadocji na balony
Jan gaszony, gdy zaproszą ją do Fiata Cromy
Jan gaszony jakbyś właśnie kończył blanta z Włodim
Ekhe, ekhe, ekhe, ekhe…
Chce tylko miłości, tak jak pan z Wadowic
A szczeniak tylko lata za nią z kością jak schabowy
A Naomi śmieje się z Twojego kopru
I love bad b#tches, that’s my f#ckin’ problem
Sit down, be humble
Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to lo-
I wanna f#ck you
You’re such a f#ckin’ ho
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
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Bonson – Złota Klatka
Foksio feat. Pih, Bonson – Testament
Naomi Lyrics English
She had her legs like Naomi and she liked to fall into addictions
So her friends baptized her like
The plan was to stick to the salons, give them a c#nt, grab yields
The Lord will cool down instead of calling like crazy
She set them up as a staff
They asked: “Give me more, naomi! Give me, little!”
The peasant is a peasant, the mast stands before he thinks
So Naomi Gnoi has beautifully exposed
By the way, the bunch of her cage stands under her cage
I will not even spit on what someone f#cks there
Because Gnój has time for deaths, although he has little for his wife
And Naomi? He would be very f#cking, he would gladly take the horns
Not these thresholds, not those, bachelors, expensive
As Towix takes, he makes himself better himself
Your benefit would wipe the floors
She is not to you, sooner you can go under her
I love bad b#tches, That’s my f#ckin problem
Sit down, be humble
Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to Lo-
And bathtub f#ck you
You’re dry a f#ckin ‘ho
She had her legs like Naomi, lips sweet as a candy bar
And listened to A $ AP Rocky
He thinks of what he will give today for Story, Afterka or Raphacholin
And this monkey is pasted
And nice, f#ck, in a dick, something
And your old one would be for her
They want her hand like Maradona’s hand
Elderly ladies react like to Volhynia
Jan Palled, when the farmasons are winding
They invite her to Cappadocia for balloons
Jan Gaszony when they invite her to Fiat Cromy
Jan Gaszony as if you were just finishing Blant with Włodi
Ekhe, ekhe, ekhe, ekhe …
I only want love, just like the Lord from Wadowice
And the puppy only years behind her with the bone like pork chop
And Naomi laughs at your dill
I love bad b#tches, That’s My f#ckin ‘Problem
Sit down, be humble
Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to Lo-
And bathtub f#ck you
You’re dry a f#ckin ‘ho
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Bonson Lyrics – Naomi