Video Zabson Ulala English Translation by Zabson Letras

Zabson - Zabson Ulala English Translation Lyrics

[Producer tag: Żabson, Mr. Polska]
I believe in you, Yah00
Deemz has this sos

[Chorus: Beteo, Żabson & Young Leosia]
The whole club is dancing, the whole hall is dancing, my crew and the whole Warsaw are dancing
Mordo I don't know the notes, so I'm not going to lie, she forgot the words because she got fucked up
Now only ulala sings, aha! Ulala (aha!)
Ulala, aha! Ulala (aha!)

[Verse 1: Young Leosia]
I dance shoot like Blocboy JB (Blocboy)
In my line-up, all the trends (fashionable!)
You're rocking to the beat, baby (baby)
We are not holy (naughty!)
We're in the club, something's going on (going on)
For us, ten Aperoli, please (so many?)
For a friend, pure without cola (but tough guy!)
After wе shoot in Żoli

[Verse 2: Beteo]
Żoliborz ballin ', although the cost of renting a road hurts
Workaholic, I can afford it, eh
Bеcause I'm bursting into the night, I'm turning my home into a club, homie
And the dogs wanna get their feet, fuck the police (get the fuck out!)
Żoliborz ballin ', although the cost of renting a road hurts
Workaholic, I can afford it, eh
Because I'm bursting into the night, I'm turning my home into a club, homie
And the dogs want to get to the leg, fuck the police
[Chorus: Beteo, Żabson & Young Leosia]
The whole club is dancing, the whole hall is dancing, my crew and the whole Warsaw are dancing
Mordo I don't know the notes, so I'm not going to lie, she forgot the words because she got fucked up
Now only ulala sings, aha! Ulala (aha!)
Ulala, aha! Ulala (aha!)

[Verse 3: Żabson]
I'm spilling champagne today for my success, aha
Because dreams quickly became a reality here, voila
In the hands of the guala as I go to the bar
There's a racket next to me, hey, Rafael Nadal (hey!)
Another set, hey, although I don't play a game (hey!)
Another set, hey, my DJ on the decks
Now is another set, you don't know this track
You don't know that trap because nobody's playing it on the radio

[Verse 4: Borucci]
Met m'n squad, beat gaat hard, ej
Brood als Bakker Bart, centjes op de bank (centjes!)
Broke jongens, ruik die stank
Goedkope aftershave van Adidas (yeah!)
Rooie koppen, club is kapot
Man is not hot, maak die fles op
Als die beat dropt, gaat mijn heup los
Ik brzjf hier met m'n mensen totdat het feest stopt
[Chorus: Beteo, Żabson & Young Leosia]
The whole club is dancing, the whole hall is dancing, my crew and the whole Warsaw are dancing
Mordo I don't know the notes, so I'm not going to lie, she forgot the words because she got fucked up
Now only ulala sings, aha! Ulala (aha!)
Ulala, aha! Ulala (aha!)

[Outro: Żabson]
Lala, la