SUV BOOMER Lyrics (English Translation) – Kizo

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[Chorus]
Black SUV Bimmer with a boomer in it
I don't have time to get your number (No)
I'm floating somewhere again, or flying
I don't know when to focus on the album (No)
I'm really busy, rolling joints
I just didn't want to live in poverty
I prefer the smell of money

[Verse: Kizo]
I'm mowing the lawn or my dad is mowing
Because I'm always on the road (Wrum, wrum)
Before the Colombian strip, I eat my own kebab - I don't have to go to the tour
I'm dreaming of vacation again, and then there's another party on the beach
Later, an afterparty at a friend's wh*remonger, best of all - he doesn't mind
We have weekends more often, the treasure is on his hands
The guitar doesn't bother me when I come back
We sleep in palaces or not at all, that's the job, your bby is like a confessional
I want to confess the whole ballet, on a stick or Not at all
I'll never admit that I wasted even a minute in this carnival.

[Chorus]
Black SUV Bimmer with a boomer in it.
I don't have time to get your number (No)
I'm floating somewhere again, or flying.
I don't know when to focus on the album (No)
I'm really busy, rolling joints.
I just didn't want to live in poverty.
I prefer the smell of money.

[Verse: Kaz Bałagane]
This white Kraut drinks 95 vat.
What the fu*k is shocking you, what kind of life is this rap?
Fu*k the TikTok detectives, I stopped counting how many women there are here.
You bought an Instagram badge, now you're Andrzej Official.
You have nothing to spend your money on, you boor? But it's fu*king slippery today.
Hey, and I'm still a summer girl, I have a blacklist just like Chad.

I'm pounding old farts and listening to old farts, it's bad for you because you're talking about prison.
My DJ's nickname is Walringer, because he throws it like an aspirin.
Where's the toilet, because I have a secret test, in new Margielas, but not Vinted.

[Chorus]
Black SUV, Bimmer, and in it, a Boomer.
I don't have time to get your number (No)
I'm floating somewhere again, or flying.
I don't know when to focus on the album (No)
I'm really busy, rolling joints.
I just didn't want to live in poverty.
I prefer the smell of money.

[Verse: Young Igi]
Young Igi, b!tch, don't say boomer yet.
I had a Bimmer, my little lady wrecked my car.
She calls roaring before the concert, the second she came back from shopping with my poodle.
D!ck. It's just a sheet metal, I'll buy a new one soon.
'Cause I change them, like, after every album.
Hard work pays off, I want to wake up without a hangover.
And again, the evening passes by like I'm drinking a baby (Mhm)
They want to wake up next to me in the morning, my house is not a dollhouse.
Oh no, no, no, I'll tell you, honey, what happens next.
You'll disappear after a week like you won "America's Got Talent."
From vacation straight to the road, my homies fu*ked up the shift.
And I'm really not bragging at all, but I live for what was talked about.

[Chorus]
Black SUV Bimmer, with a boomer in it.
I don't have time to get your number (No)
I'm floating somewhere again, or flying.
I don't know when to focus on the album (No)
I'm really busy, rolling joints.
I just didn't want to live in poverty.
I prefer the smell of money.