britney ;-] [English translation]

[Intro]

Mothz

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Bdope, call two b—

[Pre-Chorus: Rosa Chemical]

Popstar like Britney

The gang is to molly

As you are to snitches

Fried chickens

Tu-tu-tu-tu on my dick

(Tu-tu)

I have rats, bitches and boxers

She thinks it’s a remote control

She’s always holding it

[Chorus: Rosa Chemical]

Popstar like Britney

The gang is to molly

As you are to snitches

Fried chickens

Tu-tu-tu-tu on my dick

(Tu-tu)

I have rats, bitches and boxers

She thinks it’s a remote control

She’s always holding it

[Verse 1: Rosa Chemical]

They respect me like I were an OG, but we’re not OGs

We’re bitches, what are we doing today?

I match a pair of shoes with a meter of dick

She’s all wet, she’s a towel

She has an ass that speaks, it says things

Mon frère with his ass full comes back home and shits Eindhoven

It feels like we’re in Rio de Janeiro, favelas

Eggs in the ass like Banderas’s chicken

Crudité with hands like Cracco’s

Because I come from mud and I want you to know it

I stop when I fill the bag well

And I invest it in a massage with thai girls inside

This shit isn’t a character

It isn’t just passing and I don’t change language

I’m told: “ Be good, otherwise they won’t play you on radio”

I don’t give a fuck to be played on the radio

[Chorus: Rosa Chemical]

Popstar like Britney

The gang is to molly

As you are to snitches

Fried chickens

Tu-tu-tu-tu on my dick

(Tu-tu)

I have rats, bitches and boxers

She thinks it’s a remote control

She’s always holding it

[Verse 2: Mambolosco & RADICAL]

Hey, bitch

So, first of all I’m high

(As always)

Rockstar like Vasco

I kill the beat, feels like Garlasco

Uh, (okay), mood 2006 World Cup

Always shady movements, never had a PostePay (Never)

Under the table money in my pockets

I’m paranoid, there’s suspence

I got a pack and I’m ballin on these niggas

NBA, I play basketball

You can call whoever the fuck you want

I make him eat that beef (bastard)

I keep the stick between the belt and the boxers

Now you have to swallow this steak

I’ve been smoking all day, bro, I’m tired

(Tired)

I make bitches wet like Franco

This thot wants my mulatto cock

Bro, this girl has jungle fever

Popstar like Justin Bieber and I told you everything

My whip was made by a German

I “skrrt-skrrt” while I smoke a fruit

[Verse 3: RADICAL]

Punkstar like Vicious

This bitch doesn’t like me, but she wants to have a baby

Big sleep, I don’t fucking like all of you

You’re all on my boxer

I don’t even get played on radio

Everyone already knows it, we’re the next ups

On the piece and it isn’t white, bitch

Come measure our dick, it isn’t white, snitch

And if I don’t fucking like this, now the tag team on a white bitch

I don’t care how you’re doing

Fuck you and your problems, we’re punkstars

Young chav, I dance no stress

I put your head inside a bucket

30/20 on every hoe like crabs (like hoes)

RADICAL and Rosa, the new team to beat

[Chorus: Rosa Chemical]

Popstar like Britney

The gang is to molly

As you are to snitches

Fried chickens

Tu-tu-tu-tu on my dick

(Tu-tu)

I have rats, bitches and boxers

She thinks it’s a remote control

She’s always holding it