Lyrics D1MA – A List

A List Lyrics – D1MA

Singer: D1MA
Title: A List

Vi bli’r fjender for det mindste
De Rolex-kroner skinner pænere ind’ på Instagram
Hvor hver en b#tch jagter gevinsten
Hun hopper hver en pik, indtil hun lander på en businessman

De sagde, de ved det, men hva’ vidst’ de?
“De gode borde er bagerst”, bror, de placerer os racistisk, men–
Vi holder kæft indtil det’ vigtigt
Skyggen fra pengetræer har gjort os fuld materialistiske

Det’ når de ser den skinn’ rundt om håndleddet
De der diamanter hvisker, jeg ka’ ikk’ hold’ mig væk
Og der’ ikk’ noget en pille ikk’ ka’ hold’ nede
For de perler pynter pænt på en helt sort sjæl

Habibti, jeg var A-list qualified, før jeg var på Spotify
Som om jeg bukker hagen for nogen b#tches
Og jeg ka’ se du’ typen, der blevet bidt af skejs
Din’ veninder ligner dig

Ikk’ bild mig ind, den body er fra fitness
Det fitnah du vil skab’ nu, drop det
Who you gonna block next?
Lever på de rygter, b#tch, jeg kommer lige fra Loch Ness

Plan two, upset
Who you gonna f#ck next?
Som om jeg ser din’ stories – b#tch, det’ sørgeligt, at se dig stuck
For du’ en data-indsamler, hører på alt hva’ folk de si’r dig

Måden du lever for al’ andre, ka’ ikk’ find’ din’ egn’ værdier
Imens jeg dukker blikfang, for hvert et kamera forvirrer mig
Voksed’ op i rektangler, nu’ jeg kun i tætte cirkler
To b#tches med mig, prøver lære dem om Pythagoras

Fortidsglemmer, jeg har hængt ud med de tabere nok
Kun tiltrukket af hva’, der dræber os, min’ f#cking tanker
Det’ når de ser den skinn’ rundt om håndleddet
De der diamanter hvisker, jeg ka’ ikk’ hold’ mig væk

Og der’ ikk’ noget en pille ikk’ ka’ hold’ nede
For de perler pynter pænt på en helt sort sjæl
De penge, de gi’r en f#ck hva’ du har oplevet
For når dagen den er afsl#ttet, bli’r de stadig indtjent

Så du ka’ lig’ og vend’ dig i koldsved
For hver dag, du sover over, bli’r vi ved med at fortsæt’
Pick ‘n chooser, pilleformer
Pisser på jeres sølle normer

Business eller b#tches – khouya, vælg
I snakker kun om fortiden, I’ minder for mig
Det ka’ ikk’ stå stille for mig
Nemt at tegn’ det billed’ for mig selv

For selvom at alt går godt, vil jeg ha’ mer’ for holde mig op’
Uh-na-na
Give no f#cks, that ain’t no way to fall in love
Uh-na-na

Jeg’ højt op’
Hør kaldet, jeg falder nu
Jeg’ højt op’
Jeg’ faldet, døden kalder nu, ja
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A List – English Translation

We become enemies for the least
Those rolex crowns shining nicer in ‘on instagram
Where every b#tch chases the winnings
She jumps every c#ck until she lands on a businessman

They said they know, but what ‘did they know?
“The good tables are in the back”, brother, they place us racist, but-
We shut up until it ‘important
The shade of money trees has made us full materialistic

It ‘when they see that shin’ around the wrist
Those diamonds whispers i can ‘not’ hold ‘me away
And there ‘not’ something a pill not ‘ka’ hold ‘down
For those pearls nicely decorate on a completely black soul

Habibti, i was a-list qualified before i was at Spotify
As if I are bending the chin for any b#tches
And I can see you ‘the type that been bitten by the Skejs
Your ‘girlfriends look like you

Not ‘bild me in, that body is from fitness
The fitnah you want to create ‘now, drop it
Who you gonna block next?
Living on those rumors b#tch, I come straight from Loch Ness

Plan Two, UPSET
Who you gonna f#ck next?
As if I see your ‘Stories – b#tch, it’ sad, to see you stuck
For you ‘a data-collector, hear on all what’ people they si’r you

The way you live for all ‘others can’ not ‘find’ your ‘area’ values
While I appear eye -catching, for every camera confuses me
Growed ‘up in rectangles, now’ I only in close circles
Two b#tches with me trying to teach them about Pythagoras

Pastedglemms I’ve hung out with those losers enough
Only attracted to what ‘killing us, my’ f#cking thoughts
It ‘when they see that shin’ around the wrist
Those diamonds whispers i can ‘not’ hold ‘me away

And there ‘not’ something a pill not ‘ka’ hold ‘down
For those pearls nicely decorate on a completely black soul
The money they gi’r a f#ck what ‘you have experienced
For when the day it is completed, they are still earned

So you can ‘corpse’ and turn ‘you in cold swed
For every day you sleep over, we will know to continue ‘
Pick ‘n Chooser, pill forms
Pisses on your poor norms

Business or b#tches – Khouya, select
You only talk about the past, in ‘memories for me
It can ‘not’ stand still for me
Easy to draw ‘that picture’ for myself

Because even though all is going well I want ‘Mer’ to keep me up ‘
Uh-na-na
Give no f#cks, that ain’t no way to fall in love
Uh-na-na

I ‘high up’
Hear the Call I Fall Now
I ‘high up’
I ‘Falling, Death Calling Now, Yeah
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Lyrics D1MA – A List

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