Santa Bandana (64 Bars) Lyrics – IZI
Singer: IZI
Title: Santa Bandana (64 Bars)
È disumano, ragazzi, disumano
Ehi, Izeh, oh
Spacco e voglio tutti i benefit, dammi weed, Hennessy
Poi recco una strofa che no-Nashville come in Tennessee
Genova è un’iniezione nella vena creativa
Scrivo e non ho una direzione ormai lontano da riva
Sessantaquattro come i calci che ti pigli nel culo
Siete scarsi pure nel 2021
Potrei giocare a bowling con la tua crapa pelata
Uh, porto buone nuove
Sai che imbratto il foglio dal 2009
Tutto quest’orgoglio e, fra’, rimani pobre
Perdi troppi liquidi, c’hai le tue cose, yeah
Uh, fotto l’ispettore
Taglio ‘sti tentacoli, cucino piovre
Tutti querelati e tutti già in prigione
Trash come il Mosco in televisione, yeah
Uh, sono religione
Mi casa es tu casa, come in the magione
Cuando yo era joven hacía botellones
Ahora como a todos sin distinciones
Estoy loco, ‘toy borracho tirado en la calle
Pero toco, los porros como flautas poco a poco
No gusta, a mí tampoco
Querría cambiar el mundo pero el mundo cambia
Así que tengo que quedarme cojo, puto
Santa bandana
Io sono qua per te
Santa bandana
Io sono qua per te
I-Inumano
Mob, mob
C’ho del fumo nelle palle e me ne sono scordato
Chico de la calle perché sono sfrontato
Fumo nella valle questa matrioska
Perché dentro ho venti g, come in una cosca
Cosa vendono i TG, l’hanno detta grossa
Vendono la coca come Cosa nostra
Così tante statue da farci una mostra
Cena con lo Stato con champagne ed ostrica
Devo dirvi due stronzate, ma però, però stica’
Parlo sempre troppo e qua la vedo ostica
Vedo un po’ sfocato, Diego cambia l’ottica
Sai che se lo svegli, dopo il cane mozzica (Uh)
Quando non hai niente, dopo te ne rendi conto
Che la vita vera è tutta quanta un rendiconto
Sbuccio questa mela e sono Geppetto
Amici girano in Ferrari (‘Rari)
Rigiri, giri, malaffari (‘Fari)
Io la giro a un g, come a Cali (Cali)
Fammi due trimoni come a Bari (Bari)
Riso ai matrimoni, invece è bamba (Bamba)
Fumo ‘sti fumoni una valanga (‘Langa)
Fuochi d’artificio dentro all’hangar (L’hangar)
Con lei in stanza, senti- bam-bam
Sono uno che faccio dei video per i—, un freelander
Salvo il mondo come Ganacci, f#ck the Matrix
f#ck the cops, non mi piacciono, sanno d’acido
Non twerkare con quel culo perché è tutto flaccido
Più che tragi-tragicomico, fra’, è comitragico
Rappo e buco la coscienza e rimani senza
“Que—, questa è benza, questa è benza”
Stavo in garage con la para per la penitenza
Ma ora in gara ti ho doppiato come Celenza, yeah, yeah
Time ticking for the real dawgs
Nunca affiliated with these spia cops
I’m unfairly hated cuz I spoke truth, sold drugs
f#ck you, underdog (Uh-uh)
No me toquen, putos gilipollas
Cuando fumo frutos, chirimoya
Somos el clou de la ceremonia
Cenizas sobre tus joyas
Pintadas como en un Goya
Sbirri in salamoia con le verdure
Per me siete i boia delle culture
Forse hai troppe pare per ammetterlo
Ti scopi una cessona e fai fatica pure a metterlo
No sé qué me ocurre, tengo malas cosas
Quiero que me curen con sus mariposas
Yo no quiero esposas sino justicia
Huele como mierda, pero es policía
Time ticking for the real dawgs
Nunca affiliated with these spia cops
I’m unfairly hated cuz I spoke truth, sold drugs
f#ck you, underdog (Uh-uh)
Time ticking for the real dawgz
Nunca affiliated with these spia cops
I’m unfairly hated cuz I spoke truth, sold drugs
f#ck you, underdawg
Low Kidd
Izeh
Wild B, baby
C-O-G-O fam
Machete
Mob, Mob, Mob, Mob, Mo-
Eh, perché… Va bene, grazie, arrivederci
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Santa Bandana (64 Bars) – English Translation
It is inhuman, guys, inhuman
Hey, Izeh, Oh
Split and I want all the benefits, give me Weed, Hennessy
Then a stanza that no-nashville as in Tennessee
Genoa is an injection in the creative vein
I write and I don’t have a way away from Riva
Sixty-four as the kicks you put yourself in your #ss
You are scarce as well in 2021
I could play bowling with your peeled crap
Uh, good new port
You know that I smear the sheet since 2009
All this pride and, between ‘, stay pobs
Lose too many liquids, you have your stuff, yeah
Uh, f#ck the inspector
Cut ‘these tentacles, I cook piovre
All pourings and all already in prison
TRASH Like Mosco on Television, Yeah
Uh, I’m religion
My home you home, like in the magione
Cuando Yo was Joven Hacía Botellones
Ahora Como in Todos Sin Distinclees
Estoy Loco, ‘Toy Borracho Tirado en La Calle
Pero Toco, Los Porros Como Flautas little by little
No taste, at Mí Tampoco
Querría Change El Mundo Pero El Mundo Change
ASI QUE I keep this quedary cojo, PUTO
Santa Bandana
I’m here for you
Santa Bandana
I’m here for you
I-inhuman
Mob, mob
I’ve smoke in the balls and I forgot
Chico de la Calle because they are bold
Smoke in the valley this matrioska
Because inside I twenty g, like in a rib
What they sell the tg, they said big
They sell coke as ours
So many statues to make us an exhibition
Dinner with the state with champagne and oyster
I have to tell you two b#llsh#t, but though, though it is
I always speak too much and here I see it
I see a little blurred, Diego changes the optics
You know that if you wake up, after the Dog Mozzica (uh)
When you have nothing, after you realize it
That real life is all as long as a report
This apple peel and I’m gap
Friends revolve in Ferrari (‘rare)
Rigiri, laps, maffari (‘headlights)
I ride a g, as in Cali (Cali)
Like two trimmers like in Bari (Bari)
Rice at weddings, instead he is bamba (bamba)
Smoke ‘sti fumoni an avalanche (‘ Langa)
Fireworks inside the Hangar (the Hangar)
With her in the room, feeling-bam-bam
I’m one I do videos for i-, a freelander
Save the world as a jaw, f#ck the Matrix
f#ck the Cops, I don’t like them, they know acid
Not twerkare with that #ss because it’s all flaccid
More than tragicomic treatment, between ‘, it is comitricus
Rock and hole consciousness and stay without
“Que-, this is Benza, this is Benza”
I was in the garage with the para for penance
But now in the race I dubbed you as a Celenza, Yeah, Yeah
Time Ticking for the Real Dawgs
Nunca Affiliated With These Cops Spy
I’m unfairly hated cuz spoke truth, sold drugs
f#ck You, Underdog (UH-UH)
No me toquen, Putos Gilipollas
Cuando Smoke Frutos, Chirimoya
Somos El Clou de la Ceremonia
Cenizas Sobre Tus Joyas
Pintadas Como en a Goya
Sailing covers with vegetables
For me you are the lights of cultures
Maybe you have too much it seems to admit it
You take a cesson and you also struggle to put it
No herself me ocrre, I keep Malas Cosas
Quiero que me curen with sus mariposas
Yo No Quiero Esposas Sino Justicia
Huele Como Mirdle, Pero Es Policía
Time Ticking for the Real Dawgs
Nunca Affiliated With These Cops Spy
I’m unfairly hated cuz spoke truth, sold drugs
f#ck You, Underdog (UH-UH)
Time Ticking for The Real Dawgz
Nunca Affiliated With These Cops Spy
I’m unfairly hated cuz spoke truth, sold drugs
f#ck You, Underdawg
Low Kidd
Izeh
Wild B, Baby
C-O-G-O
Machete
Mob, mob, mob, mob,
Eh, because … okay, thank you, goodbye
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Lyrics IZI – Santa Bandana (64 Bars)
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