sogni d’oro 2 Lyrics – anxietyq9
Singer: anxietyq9
Title: sogni d’oro 2
Abbiamo fatto capire a sti infami chi cazzo siamo, adesso famolo capi a tutt’italia
Entro su sto beat divento rich kid
Non mi fotte un cazzo de ste bi-b#tch
(un cazzo de ste bi-b#tch)
Okay okay sti infami come la play
Li posso spegnere e poi good game (GG!)
Non fotto con la coca
Non fotto con la key (Bleah)
Fotto solo coi miei (Gang)
Nascoste nei jeans quelle j
Hey, hey
Non parlo con le guardie (Nah)
Non posso fare bang (Pow)
Non parlo con chi parla (nah)
Tu parli troppo hey
Bimbo impara
St’infami li chiudo in una bara (In una bara!)
Col crew dietro che spara
Young Anxiety sul beat
Sparisci con un click
Questa scena è un ring
Io sono il cazzo de Creed
Fanculo ste puttane (Bleah)
Vogliono solo il bling (Bling)
Fanculo quella yayo (Trash)
Girando a roma sembra un film
Il mio slogan sеmpre stato:
f#ck a st’infami cazzo (Fanculo)
Non porto rispetto a questo stato
Chi parla con chi parla viеne eliminato
Infame sei spacciato
Sta vita te rovina, un futuro bruciato
Se giochi con il fuoco vieni ustionato
Parli tanto ma noi continuiamo
A fare questa merda (se!)
Non fare il balordo finisci sotto l’erba
Ti sciolgo come l’Etna
In strada come deredevil mi serve un Elektra
Se tocchi anx becchi la scossa elettrica (Pyrex!)
Ti spengo come la play
Non puoi fottere coi miei
Se parli troppo
Finisci in un buco hey
In un buco hey
Sognando una cazzo di Bentley
Sognando un cazzo di AP Hey
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sogni d’oro 2 – English Translation
We did understand those who are the f#ck we are, now Famolo Heads to Tutt’Atitalia
Run Rich Kid
I don’t f#ck me a c#ck de ste bi-b#tch
(a c#ck de ste bi-b#tch)
Okay okay these infamous as the play
I can turn them out and then good game (GG!)
Don’t f#ck with coke
Don’t f#ck with Key (Bleah)
f#ck only with my parents (gang)
Hidden in jeans those j
Hey, hey
I don’t talk to the guards (Nah)
I can’t do bang (pow)
I don’t talk to those who speak (Nah)
You speak too much hey
Bimbo Learn
St. Infami I close them in a coffin (in a coffin!)
Col crew behind shooting
Young Anxiety on the beat
Spread with a click
This scene is a ring
I’m f#cking de creed
f#cke ste wh#res (bleah)
They just want Bling (Bling)
f#ck the Yayo (Trash)
Turning to Rome looks like a movie
My Slogan SеMpre State:
f#ck in St. Infami f#ck (f#ck)
I do not carry compared to this state
Those who speak with those who speak vihne eliminated
Infame you’re spaced
It’s life ruin, a burned future
If you play with the fire, you are switched
You speak so much but we continue
To do this sh#t (if!)
Don’t be the finish under the grass
I melt like Etna
On the street like Deredevil I need an Elektra
If you touch anx beaks the electric shock (Pyrex!)
I’ll spend you like the play
You can’t f#ck with mine
If you talk too much
Finish in a Hey hole
In a Hey hole
Dreaming a f#cking Bentley
Dreaming a f#cking ap hey
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Lyrics anxietyq9 – sogni d’oro 2
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