Seven 7oo RMX Lyrics – Areck
Singer: Areck
Title: Seven 7oo RMX
Ora cammino per la strada, qui mi sembra il Southside
Ora cammino per la strada, qui mi sembra il Southside
Rondo, Rondo
Ho sempre fatto a modo mio
Ero da solo, non avevo Dio
Stavo nella merda e adesso invece, zio nella merda sto, ma come dico io
Ho già perso tutto: amici, soldi, troie
Le cose più care sono le meno buone
Non ti sento più, baby, niente storie, dai parliamo, basta che il silenzio nuoce
Crr-pow, meno uno (Okay)
Esplode il colpo e dopo corre (Okay, okay)
Sto con Zzala dalla perif’ (Okay, okay)
Gambe corte, esco in piedi
No stop, solo racks, scopo lei nel back
No cap, bad b#tch (Ah-ah), lo fa solo con me
Lui è il mio frero (Uh-uh-uh)
Dorme tardi, si alza presto
Lui è il mio frero (Uh-uh-uh)
Casco integrale, T-Max nero
Lui è il mio frero (Uh-uh-uh)
Soldi e droga, non sta fermo
Lui è il mio frero (Uh-uh-uh)
Sgasa forte, niente freno
Prima KTM (Pow), ora è la tua donna (Pow) che mi scrive in DM (Pum)
Non sono scemo, so che sei una cloutchaser (Pow)
E se poi ti scopo (Pow), dopo diventi un hater (Uh)
No, con me non va bene, so che non ti trovi bene
No, non mi faccio vedere, come pistole (Grr-pow) in quartiere
Gucci, Cazal, Louis V
Mercedes AMG
Wesh, que pasa, tiki taka
Kili e Keta (Brr) come il barça
Eh Keta, mocro mafia, Italia
Cartel de Zamagna (Uoh-uoh)
Eh Keta, ‘sti rapper bla bla bla prendon la banana
Mio frèro è ai domiciliari, paga in merce l’avvocato
Non fa “click”, non fa “pow”, la tua merda di pistola
Scemo, non ci intimorisci, sappiamo che non è vera
Ho la guerra nella testa, per questo mangio la scena
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Seven 7oo RMX – English Translation
Now I walk on the street, here it seems to me the southside
Now I walk on the street, here it seems to me the southside
Rondo, Rondo
I have always done my way
I was alone, I didn’t have God
I was in sh#t and now instead, uncle in sh#t I’m, but as I say I
I have already lost everything: friends, money, sl#ts
The most expensive things are the least good
I don’t feel you anymore, baby, no stories, come on let’s talk, as long as the silence harms
CrR-Pow, less one (Okay)
The blow explodes and then runs (Okay, Okay)
I’m with Izzala from the Perif ‘(Okay, Okay)
Short legs, I go out on your feet
No stop, only racks, purpose in the back
No cap, bad b#tch (ah-ah), she does it only with me
He is my frero (uh-uh-uh)
He sleeps late, gets up early
He is my frero (uh-uh-uh)
Full helmet, black t -max
He is my frero (uh-uh-uh)
Money and drugs, he is not stopping
He is my frero (uh-uh-uh)
Strong Sgasa, no brake
First KTM (POW), now it’s your woman (Pow) who writes me in DM (pum)
I’m not stupid, I know you are a cloutchaser (power)
And if you then purpose (Pow), then become a hater (Uh)
No, it’s not good with me, I know you don’t feel good
No, I don’t show myself, like guns (grr-power) in the neighborhood
Gucci, Cazal, Louis V
Mercedes AMG
WESH, Que Pasa, Tiki Taka
Kili and Keta (Brr) like Barça
Eh Keta, Mocro Mafia, Italy
Cartel de Zamagna (Uoh-Etoh)
Eh Keta, ‘sti rapper bla bla bla take the banana
My Frèro is under house arrest, the lawyer pays in goods
It doesn’t make “click”, it doesn’t make “power”, your pistol sh#t
Stupid, you don’t intimidate us, we know it’s not true
I have the war in my head, that’s why I eat the scene
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Lyrics Areck – Seven 7oo RMX
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