Simba La Rue – PICASSO Lyrics

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 Simba La Rue – PICASSO Lyrics


[Parte I]


[Intro: 3robi]

F.T.

J'suis sur la prod avec mon gars Yassine

Madafack

(Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso)

(Ooh-ooh, doe gericht net Lasso)


[Strofa 1: Simba La Rue & 3robi]

Faccio i soldi facile, facile (Facile)

Vuoi farmi? Vas-y, vas-y (Vas-y) (Ah)

Mangio giorno e notte gratis (Gratis)

Scippo ai supermercati

Mi sa devo rapinarti (Sì)

Nulla di personale (No)

Die-Dieci pali tra le mani (Pow, pow, pow, pow)

Devo quadruplicarli

Sono sopra un Maserati ('rati) (Ah)

Ho fatto latitanza

Poi mi sono consegnato

E fatto la mia casanza


[Strofa 2: 3robi]

Met—, met die ferdi op die party (Eh)

Hiero, we shooten voor mattie (Pow)

Vanaf jong, ik ben een bassie

We eten in Mocro, we eten die nasi (Tss)

Spa3, bla met rowen rassi (Madafack)

Lange ferdi ki khla3

Lange ferdi ki nfa3

Shoetoe, geen documentaire

Street shit want we komen van ver

Guns en drogga op highway (Pow)

Ookal wil je niet gaat my way (Pow, mada—)


[Strofa 3: Simba La Rue & 3robi]

3robi mayne Spow-pow (Pow, pow)

Amici arrivati col bateau (Bateau)

Cervello impallato, soldi a palate

Fa-Far l'attore, no che non sono bravo

Non sono buono, non sono un mago

Se c'ho addosso droga, dopo scompare

Girala, girala in tutte le zone

Il mio materiale è in tutte le piazze (Oeh, yeah)


[Ritornello: 3robi & Simba La Rue]

Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso

Soldi la mia dipendenza, non ho bisogno di altro (Pow, pow, pow)

Ooh-ooh, doelgericht net Lasso

Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class sembra un carro armato

O-O-O-Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso

Soldi la mia dipendenza, non ho bisogno di altro (Pow, pow, pow)

O-O-O-Ooh-ooh, doelgericht net Lasso

Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class sembra un carro armato


[Outro: Simba La Rue]

M'hanno dato più volte del matto, m'han messo da parte

Voglio andarmene per non veder le vostre facce

Sono ancora nel bando perché in fondo il ghetto m'affascina

(Sono ancora nel bando perché m'affascina)


[Parte II]


[Intro]

Ey, Chahid

F.T.


[Strofa: 3robi & Simba La Rue]

I-I-Ik ben een sba3, ben een lion, ben met Simba

Chi-Chi-Chillen luxe, ben een gangster, jonko in de Bimma

Op de Vespa met de Glock, ik zorg voor rwina

Crimi in mdima, overal ik moet verdienen (Uoh)

Rwina, rwina, tkayfet bzaf, kan ban chi chinwi (Pshh, pssh, pssh)

Faccio mosse, Rey Mysterio, buchi nell'intestino (Pah, pow)

Facciamo soldi, slot machine, ti spaccan la mascella

Non parlo col maresciallo, ferro dentro il sottosella (Uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)

Glock .9 b7el Vieri, fuck Carabinieri (Fuck, fuck)

Lo-Lo-Loco drerrie, met de guns, we maken herrie

Tarifa naar Tanger, AMG op die ferry

Nike Tech arrie of fully Louis in Merrie

NPT, Spow Business, "spow-pow" sulle tue gambine

Sto in giro la notte, mi piace delinquere (A-A-Ah, ah)

Kalashnikova, non è a piombini

Voglio Rolls-Royce con gli interni Tiffany

Scappo da sese, sono sudatissimo (Uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)


[Outro: Simba La Rue]

Mhm-mhm-mhm

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