وللش (Velelesh) (feat. Arta)

Hey, hey

What if your girlfriend calls? Who cares
In the end, we just say shut up for a minute, who cares
Who’s peeking through the door?
We called since eight, now it’s ten and she’s not here, who cares
What’s that smell? Someone’s rolling, who cares
Looks like Bobby’s back with some cheap weed, who cares
Dude, my necklace hasn’t been around for a couple nights
It must be * whatever

Blind as a bat, damn
I’m up in the game, for my homies, I’m the man
After a certain point, no one messes with us
They threw me in the middle, like a wrench in the gears
These skinny guys are bumming me out
I feel a certain way, don’t know how to explain it
One day I’m rapping, the next I’m singing
What’s up with your style? It’s outdated, man
Even if it’s concrete, our foundation’s solid
We’re grinding till the end, we’re making it happen
Prison break, they’re pulling me back in
From a Panamera to a 206, we’re rolling
Tehran’s shaking, our bass hits like a 200 Richter
Some dude had the nerve to diss me
I want you, respect that, you fool
I’m going interstellar among the stars
I’ve said this a hundred times, we’re not like the rest
Our money doesn’t reach the end
It’s coming here, smells like it’s burning
You don’t deserve our good side
We tried to be good, but Lucifer tricked us

What if your girlfriend calls? Who cares
In the end, we just say shut up for a minute, who cares
Who’s peeking through the door?
We called since eight, now it’s ten and she’s not here, who cares
What’s that smell? Someone’s rolling, who cares
Looks like Bobby’s back with some cheap weed, who cares
Dude, my necklace hasn’t been around for a couple nights
It must be * whatever

Behind my back, everyone’s talking trash
But when they see me, they want a pic, and I’m their fan
You gave birth to a cow, I’m the one who’s winning
So much in my account, I don’t know what to buy
I’m feeling a certain way, don’t know how to explain it
One day I’m chilling, the next I’m home, then I’m partying
Tell me who’s blowing up like this, with their music
To hell with your eyes, it’s my game or you’re blind
It’s almost over, man
Alright, he’s pulling up in a Jeep
Pouring something in his cup, it’s a mix
He says my head’s spinning, I say tell me in English

You can’t keep up, man
You won’t eat, you’re getting fat from this talk
How many you got?
If you’re ten, we’re from ten

Who cares
Hey, hey