Brazil Lyrics – Oliwka Brazil (English Translation)
[Verse 1]
(Yuh)
“Hey mama,” all the female dogs in town say to me.
They have no respect—they’ll run away like rats in the subway.
Your favorite rapper came backstage, he wanted to trap me.
He admitted there wasn’t a female rapper in Poland, even a little better.
There’s no b!tch I can’t outdo, if necessary—I’ll run around.
I had to give birth to a lame rapper, I carried the pregnancy to term.
The king of rap probably got me pregnant with that, talking good things about me.
Szpak, did you have to write the lines when I was fertile? I love my kids, but it’s a shame they’re incompetent.
Twenty-three years old – I’m holding my body count in one hand.
Call the ambulance, my soda’s gone for good.
I’m pouring wine for my white girls, he was struggling with the toddler.
I won’t disown that b!tch, even though she’s making a face out of it.
Don’t piss off my white girls if you don’t want to get hit.
Or play the last role in “Kryminatorium” and get hit in the bag.
[Chorus]
And you spin it – up, down like (Brazil)
Show me how you do it, baby (Brazil)
Make it stand up like (Brazil)
Your mmmy’s coming back with milk (Brazil)
And you spin it – up, down like (Brazil)
Show me how you do it, baby (Brazil)
Make it stand up like (Brazil)
Your mmmy’s coming back with milk (Brazil)
(Brazil) And you, spin it—up, down like— (Ha, ha)
[Transition: Olive Brazil, Natsu]
Hello?
What are you doing tomorrow, Brazil?
[Verse 2]
I’ll bark, I’ll bite, boys (??) can leave.
These b!tches still want to rap something—they can come to the traffic jams.
You know the alphabet, A, B-B-Brazil, then just squirt.
Don’t stutter, little b-b-b-b—you better shut your mouth.
B-R-A-Z-I-L, I like his UK accent.
And he looks at my juicy lips and glue-on eyelashes.
He was looking at me a year ago, and now, when I’m three tenners less.
These asses still don’t repeat, and they’re playing on my stage.
These guys make me feel like I’m fuking gay.
These guys who patted me on the back make me trust them less.
Because they were afraid they’d fuk up their ads by giving me a feat.
And he walks around over-reflecting, what the fu*k are you doing, Yeat?
[Chorus]
So spin it – up, down like (Brazil)
Show me how you do it, baby (Brazil)
Make it stand up (Brazil)
Your mama’s coming back with milk (Brazil)
And you spin it – up, down like (Brazil)
Show me how you do it, baby (Brazil)
Make it stand up (Brazil)
Your mama’s coming back with milk (Brazil)
(Brazil) And you spin it – up, down like— (Ha, ha)
