BOTTEGA Lyrics – OldPee
Singer: OldPee
Title: BOTTEGA
J’ai des crocs à la place des caries
Tu vas finir en sang comme Carrie
Va au front, fais pas tes crari
J’ai vu trop d’salopes faire le grand écart
J’arrive sous Cali vert Bottega
Y a que les tiens qui s’font botter grave
On sort du four, ils s’font beaux tes gars
Prends les tales, moneytime
Que les vrais Hommes autour d’la table
Les balles et les chargeurs font la taille
Sombre comme un guerrier massai
GRAAH droit comme Marseille
But en or mais ça tire encore
C’est Dieu qui donne, toi, tu tires au sort
Les pet#ts rentrent quand les tires sortent
Tu tournes à ça, c’est un petit record
Huh huh huh
Essaye pas d’croire en moi, essaye de croire en Dieu
J’sors du fond du four, regarde moi dans les yeux
On t’cala, tu crois que t’es qu’a l’hauteur d’ma eue-qu, wesh
Huh huh huh
60 t’avait dit
Tout le monde a crié “Yes I Live”
Les mauvais vont venir te soulever dans ton living, dans ta room
Crois que tu ves-‘esqui juste qu’au jour où tu finis sur les genoux
J’ai des crocs à la place des caries
Tu vas finir en sang comme Carrie
Va au front, fais pas tes crari
J’ai vu trop d’salopes faire le grand écart
J’arrive sous Cali vert Bottega
Y a que les tiens qui s’font botter grave
On sort du four, ils s’font beaux tes gars
Prends les tales, moneytime
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BOTTEGA – English Translation
I have fangs instead of cavities
You will finish in blood like Carrie
Go to the forehead, don’t do your crari
I saw too many sl#ts doing the big gap
I arrive under Cali Vert Bottega
There are only yours who are kicked out seriously
We get out of the oven, they are beautiful your guys
Take the tales, MoneyTime
That real men around the table
The balls and the chargers are the size
Dark like a massai warrior
Graah straight like Marseille
Gold but it still pulls
It’s God who gives you fate
The little ones come back when the shoots go out
You are shooting that, it’s a little record
Huh huh huh
Don’t try to believe in me, try to believe in God
I sit from the bottom of the oven, look at me in the eyes
We watched you, you think you are the height of my eue-qu, wesh
Huh huh huh
60
Everyone shouted “Yes I Live”
The bad will come and lift you in your living room, in your room
Believe that you are just that on the day you finish on your knees
I have fangs instead of cavities
You will finish in blood like Carrie
Go to the forehead, don’t do your crari
I saw too many sl#ts doing the big gap
I arrive under Cali Vert Bottega
There are only yours who are kicked out seriously
We get out of the oven, they are beautiful your guys
Take the tales, MoneyTime
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Lyrics OldPee – BOTTEGA
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