Intro Lyrics – Typen Din
Singer: Typen Din
Title: Intro
You’re the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that you are mine
Alone
There is no known
Known, known, ever known
Det e’kke lett å være han mann
f#ck en pope og f#ck en baddie
Putter aldri respekt på brannmannen, vi
Brenner byen opp som Sankthans
Du patter kyss og klapp på køen på byen
Men chatter sh#t fra avstand
Han er en slips i knyte, Xi Jinping
Han sitter litt for høy på hesten til høre til i grisebing
Han ser på alt som anarki
Så vi mekker spytt i panner, så du spiser, liker ingenting
Jeg har en bro, han har noen superkrefter
Ingen Mette-Marit, bare mette mager, alle henger etter
Tjener på raketter, hater livet dagen etter en testikkel
To artikler, tre banditter, livet smiler, alltid letter
Ekte brødre, vi går way back, ah
Vi mekka planer om en Porsche og en Maybach
Dette er payback, vi
Bryr oss ikke om no’ fame her, no shame
Big games, get payed, f#ck it, gjør det layed back
Du skriker “f#ck meg” som du glemte du er heterofil
Halden allergi, så vi ruller opp med medisin
Drippen vår er clean, hvor er din? (Hvor er din, ah)
En knarker finner percs som en lærer finner virkemidler
Føler meg som Kanye, jeg vil ikke ha no’ fiskepinner
En kopp kaffe, jeg kan løpe hele verden rundt
Alt gutten trenger er å 〈.?.〉
Puncher inn klokka, kan’ke bli stoppa, finn oss på blokka
Du er typen til å falle av, mens vi er den typen du aldri får nok av
Stilen er drippy, du vet, det kan’ke bli moppa
Å tjene gryn, det er som mageknipe og min er forstoppa, ay
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Intro – English Translation
You’re the Sweetest Thing
I have ever known
And to think that you are mine
Acone
There is no known
Known, known, ever known
It does not easy to be he man
f#ck a pop and f#ck a baddie
Never put respect on the firefighter, we
Burning the city up as a sankthans
You patter kisses and pat on the queue on the town
But chat sh#t from distance
He is a tie in tie, xi jinping
He sits a little too high on the horse to listen to in pigbing
He looks at everything as anarchy
So we make saliva in pans so you eat, like nothing
I have a bridge, he has some super powers
No Mette-Marit, just saturated stomachs, everyone hangs after
Serves on rockets, hates life the day after a testicle
Two articles, three bandits, life smiles, always eases
Real brothers, we go way back, ah
We mecca plans for a Porsche and a Maybach
This is payback, we
Don’t care about no ‘fame here, no shame
Big Games, Get Payed, f#ck It, makes it layed back
You scream “f#ck me” as you forgot you are heterosexual
Halden allergy, so we roll up with medicine
Our drip is clean, where is yours? (Where is yours, ah)
A knarker finds Percs as a teacher finds instruments
Feels like Kanye, I don’t want no ‘fishing sticks
A cup of coffee, I can run all around the world around
All the boy needs is to 〈?.〉
Puncher in the clock can not be stopped, find us on the block
You are the type to fall off, while we are the type you never get enough of
The style is drippy, you know, it can not be mopa
To serve grits, it’s like stomach and mine is constipa, ay
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Lyrics Typen Din – Intro
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