21 Freestyle Lyrics – Sacky
Singer: Sacky
Title: 21 Freestyle
2nd Roof music
Ddt sul mio back, devo sterminare un po’
Firmo i milly con il rap
Non posso passare al pop
Queste blatte non mi strisciano davanti, però parlano
Tengo i miei colpi in canna perché infami ad ogni angolo
Dimmi chi è che sputa facts come QV
Chi è che li ha zittiti, guarda come stanno muti
Nike Shox su un mio G, la bag che tiene addosso
Può costargli un tot al fresco
Siam cresciuti col rischio
Sono in savage mode, sorpassiamo i teen
Siamo a 21
Bad b balla sui miei cash, sono offline
Venti mila sono appoggiati sul tavolo
‘Sti cash hanno due facce e tutte due sembrano il diavolo
Tanti auguri sì, tanti auguri pure a voi
La mia new sh#t ti rimanda a casa, boy
La mia clica non assume, ho solo un piano
Dieci milly, sono apposto
Cambio vita, cambio posto
Sposto il mio culo dalla street appena posso
Sperpero, parliamo di soldi oppure spostati
Vendiamo la sh#t, vieni qui
Fai la fila e se fai il bravo, ti do un check
È in regalo, dallo pure alla tua b#tch
f#ck 12, non potranno prendermi
Prego per ogni mio dawg, prego per ogni mio g
La mia lei non potrà mai essere lei
Non mi fido di una hoe, non mi vorrebbe da broke
No lies dalle crackhouse
Riempivo la pochette, coca nei miei blue jeans
Bad guy, sbuffiamo Maryjane nella hall
Parla piano con la fam sennò giggy one shot
One shot
One shot
One shot
Ehi yo Asset turn that sh#t up
Ehi, ehi, ehi
Giggy one shot, scendiamo da un Range Sport
Un mio dawg non ti parla, ti lascia per terra KO
Non mi offrire da bere, io non mi fido
Fallo bere a uno dei tuoi oppure ficcatelo in culo
La mia nuova nove in scatola la scarico in un click
Sta b#tcha piena di lipgloss, pensa che sono chic
Non escono i miei nemici, sono sotto col crack
Questa roba è vietata ai minchioni, è solo per Real G’s
Esco dall’impianto stereo e la scena rip-rip
Medellin flow, non leggiamo gli SMS
Six nella bag, quattro mila solo in Hermess
Poli chiede i nomi, nomi non li so
So nomi tipo Noemi, Natasha, Natalia
Ci giochiamo il tuo rollie alla PlayStation
Facciam ballare un Ap da un polso fino all’altro
Siamo crazy
Tanti auguri sì, tanti auguri pure a voi, boy
Ne ho ventuno, sì, happy bad boys day boy
Tanti auguri sì, tanti auguri pure a voi, boy
Ne ho ventuno, sì, happy bad boys day boy
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21 Freestyle – English Translation
2nd Roof Music
DDT on my back, I have to exterminate a little
I sign the Milly with rap
I can’t switch to pop
These cockroaches do not crawl me in front of me, but they speak
I keep my shots in the barrel because I infamize every corner
Tell me who it is that spits facts like qv
Who is who silenced them, look how they are silent
Nike Shox on one of my Gs, the bag that holds on you
Can cost him a tot in the cool
To grow up with the risk
They are in Savage Mode, we overtake the teen
We are at 21
Bad B Balla on my cash, they are offline
Twenty thousand are placed on the table
‘Sti cash have two faces and both look like the devil
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you too
My new sh#t refers to you at home, Boy
My clica does not take, I only have one plan
Ten Milly, I’m affixed
Life change, change of place
I move my #ss from the street as soon as I can
Waste, let’s talk about money or move
We sell the sh#t, come here
Low you and if you do the good, I give you a check
It is as a gift, from Pure to your b#tch
f#ck 12, they will not be able to take me
Please for every DAWG, please for every g of mine
My she can never be her
I don’t trust a HOE, he wouldn’t want me from Broke
No Lies from the crackhouses
I filled the clutch bag, coca in my blue jeans
Bad Guy, we snort Maryjane in the hall
Speaks slowly with the Fam except Giggy One Shot
One shot
One shot
One shot
Hey you asset turn that sh#t up
Hey, hey, hey
Giggy One Shot, we get off from a Range Sport
A DAWG I don’t speak to you, leave you on the ground Ko
Don’t offer me to drink, I don’t trust
Give it to drink to one of yours or stick it in the #ss
My new nine in box the unloading in one click
Is b#tch full of lipgloss, think they are chic
My enemies do not come out, they are under the crack
This stuff is prohibited at minchioni, it is only for Real G’S
I leave the stereo system and the RIP-Rip scene
Medellin Flow, we don’t read SMS
Six in the bag, four thousand only in Hermess
Poles asks for names, names I don’t know them
I know Names like Noemi, Natasha, Natalia
We play your Rollie at the PlayStation
Make an ap from one wrist up to the other
We are Crazy
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you too, Boy
I have twenty -one, yes, happy bad boys day boy
Happy birthday, happy birthday to you too, Boy
I have twenty -one, yes, happy bad boys day boy
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Lyrics Sacky – 21 Freestyle
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