Frio Lyrics – PLATES
Singer: PLATES
Title: Frio
Eu não tenho um caso só com Cristo
Putas e bagaço tão no fim de
Completar o game como o Link
O que sobra tá no treino do Olimpo
Eu não tenho um caso só com Cristo
Nunca ligo a trends jah só quer a escrita obesa
Tou-me a cagar po benz só tolero a dica a Deus
Ya vale tudo
Cheguei no rap como o Vasco em Calecute
Num café da praia ou tasco em Aljezur
A contemplar o plágio que há no mundo
Ou contemplar o plástico que há no fundo
Sei mudar o time a team adora ya
Pisamos esses dreads tipo um dorayaki
É vulgar eu tar a ler a Torá ya
O sangue ainda se bebe como um dom do Baki
É vulgar eu tar a ler a Torá ya
É vulgar eu tar a ler a Torá ya
Esgrimas pesadas a fintar apostas
Vidas passadas a fugir de cotas
Esquinas, estradas, sem olhar de costas
Sigo as placas em busca de notas
24 sobre 7 não fiz disto um 31
Todo o meu trabalho impec não saiu de ganza e fumo
Tenho andado a puxar ferro como um lutador de sumo
Eu sou domador de som como um doador de sangue
Eu vim duma dor que santos nunca tiveram co Pai
E há quem passa a noite em branco só pa me ver com açaime
Gotta grind now shine later
Everything we do yeah we gotta do it major
Only thing I’m focused onnnn is the paper
You ain’t seen sh#t yet you only seen the trailer
I remember back when I was working 9-5 labor
Shoutout to coach Mota yeah he doing me a favor
You can check the film, I’m your favorite players favorite player
Oh damn
Yeah I’m here but I ain’t make it
No I’m not a ankle I ain’t breaking
I ain’t faking
I was in a bad place never stopped praying
Glory be to god I made it past what I was facing
Tou na ego trip tás co triplo
Triângulo divino eu não brinco
Há um ano que eu tou como um brahmacharya
Manos não contam que o drama há-de chegar ya
Sem dores no beat sem apontar disparo
Sei que o Marquicus tá na ponta a ajustar
Guita, pasta, paper
A tua casta é lame, ca minha paz I make love
Flow é Vinnie Paz no brainer
Cultivo as asas no brain son aqui te afastas do satan
Nada temas, eu, venci o mundo…
Divas, caras, tipo as, Taras, tive as, todas, devastadas
Crias, tão cas, tilhas, gastas, querem, todas, ser da, casta
Ai, Christ
Olhos do Madara I might die
Vê na minha cara o Mike Tyson
Vê-me a iluminar oh my god
Isto é Milo Manara
Ai, Christ
Olhos do Madara I might die
Vê na minha cara o Mike Tyson
Vê-me a iluminar oh my god
Isto é Milo Manara
My god….
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Frio – English Translation
I do not have a case only with Christ
wh#res and bagasse so at the end of
Complete the game as the link
What’s left in Olympus’s workout
I do not have a case only with Christ
I never care about trends jah just want the obese writing
I’m the shit.
Ya is worth everything
I arrived at the rap like Vasco in Calecute
In a beach or tasco in Aljezur
To contemplate the plagiarism in the world
Or contemplate the plastic that there is in the background
I can change the team to Team loves ya
We step on these dreads a dorayaki
It’s vulgar I’ll read to Torah Ya
The blood still drinks like a baki gift
It’s vulgar I’ll read to Torah Ya
It’s vulgar I’ll read to Torah Ya
Heavy fencing betting
Past lives to escape quotas
Corners, roads, without looking back
I follow the boards in search of notes
24 on 7 I did not do this a 31
All my impec work did not leave ganza and smoke
I have been pulling iron as a juice fighter
I am sound tamper as a blood donor
I came from a pain that saints never had co father
And there are those who spend the night on white just pa to see me with muzzle
Gotta Grind Now Shine Later
EVERYTHING WE OF YEAH WE GOTTA DO IT MAJOR
Only Thing I’m Focused Onnn Is The Paper
You Ain’t Seen sh#t Yet You Only Seen The Trailer
I Remember Back When I WAS Working 9-5 Labor
Shoutout to Coach Mota Yeah He Doing Me in favor
You Can Check The Film, I’m Your Favorite Players Favorite Player
Oh Damn
Yeah i’m here but i ain’t make it
No I’m Not at Ankle I Ain’t Breaking
I Ain’t Faking
I WAS IN A Bad Place Never Stopped Praying
GLORY BE TO GOD I MADE IT PAST WHAT I WAS FACTING
Tou in the ego trip tás co triple
Divine Triangle I Do not Earring
A year ago I’m like a Brahmacharya
Manos do not count that the drama will arrive ya
No pain in the beat without pointing firing
I know the marquicus is on tip to adjust
Guita, Paper, Paper
Your caste is lame, my peace I make love
Flow is Vinnie Peace in Brainer
Cultivation wings in Brain Son Here Tisses from Satan
Nothing themes, I, won the world …
Divas, guys, like, Taras, I had all, devastated
, So cas, trees, spent, want, all, to be,
Ai, Christ
Madara’s Eyes I Might Die
See in my face Mike Tyson
See Me Lighting Oh My God
This is Milo Manara
Ai, Christ
Madara’s Eyes I Might Die
See in my face Mike Tyson
See Me Lighting Oh My God
This is Milo Manara
My God ….
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Lyrics PLATES – Frio
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