Majka has once again stirred up a lot of dust with her latest music, " Csurran, tsöppen", which debuted on YouTube channel on Friday evening.
In the video, she returns as Pjetrő Pandur, the prime minister of a fictional country, Bindjistan .
According to the story, the beloved leader finally gives an interview, but a young blond in a white shirt mixes truth serum into his drink .
After that, the rapper, to the amazement of the crew, honestly confesses to all the corruption and abuse of power.
Majka - Csurran, cseppen AVAILABLE HERE
Csurran, cseppen lyrics
Money, money-money-money, little sweet money
Come-co-co-co-come here
Money, money-money-money-money-money-money, little sweet money
Money, come he-e-ere now!
I've been the nations cock for almost 8 years!
All I had to yell was: „Russians go home!”
That little money came in handy and I wasn't even scared
And I only lost one of my eyes while protesting
We became bigger and bigger, like a congregation
All I had to do was talk shit about the gays
We laughed at the morons, that this is what makes us money
All we had to do was make promises, circus and bread
Then it was obvious that we needed a plan
So I figured everything out with my childhood buddies
The majority of my crew is verified by law
And if we have to hit the streets, they can hit real hard!
An old buddy appeared, he knocked on my door
He smelled the money, he used to swindle back in the days
We washed him clean, made everything right about him
That's why I made him the minister of finance later!
It trickles a bit, it drips
From here and there, in freezing cold
In scorching heat, in 40 degrees
Because I can survive everything!
The laws are written on me!
It trickles, it drips
Money has to rain from the sky
Because I can survive everything!
The owner is a good friend of cash
Whoops, a few billions, let me pocket that!
It was already worth it to wake up today
I used to still tremble for the first twenty
But I didn't stress for the rest after
This car sure can speed
It's all your money, don't worry!
I always find some luxury, sorry
I bought a watch, bag, rainforest
And a secretary with a real dp!
So all we had to do was get through the elections
And think of some good slogan again
We needed something to make them scared
Something complicated that they can't understand
We were careful with the jews, because there's lots of them
And they stand on the good side of the money tap
There is no use in phyuking with the gypsies either
They come in handy when we're near the finish line!
Public procurement outsourced, hooligans check!
Amnesty for the friends of friends!
And if you pay a few journalist out of your pocket
Those eager dickheads will write down anything!
Yeah!
It trickles a bit, it drips
From here and there, in freezing cold
In scorching heat, in 40 degrees
Because I can survive everything!
The laws are written on me!
It trickles, it drips
Money has to rain from the sky
Because I can survive everything!
The owner is a good friend of cash
Oh, you heavenly
Oh, you divine Gangsta!
If need be, he will do it
If need be, he will take, and not give it
Brave leader, his skin is white as snow
He fights for our ideals, for women and men
For the homeland, for God
And for every single children!
It trickles a bit, it drips
From here and there, in freezing cold
In scorching heat, in 40 degrees
Because I can survive everything!
The laws are written on me!
It trickles, it drips
Money has to rain from the sky
Because I can survive everything!
The owner is a good friend of cash
Listen here sweet cheeks
Do you know why we did this whole thing?
What all this phyuking hype was about?
For what else, huh?
Money, money-money-money, little sweet money
Come-co-co-co-come here
Money, money-money-money-money-money-money, little sweet money
Come-co-co-co-come here
God damn, I love money so much!
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