PICASSO (feat. 3robi)
F-T
J'suis sur la prod avec mon gars Yassine
Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Ooh-ooh, doe gericht net Lasso
Faccio i soldi facile, facile (facile)
Vuoi farmi? Vas-y, vas-y (ah)
Mangio giorno e notte gratis
Cibo ai supermercati
Mi sa devo rapinarti (sì)
Nulla di personale (no)
Die-Dieci pali tra le mani (pow, pow, pow, pow)
Devo quadruplicarli
Sono sopra un Maserati (ah)
Ho fatto latitanza
Poi mi sono consegnato
E fatto la mia casanza
Met–, met die ferdi of die party (eh)
Hiero we shooten van je mattie (pow)
Vanaf jong, ben een bassie, we eten in Mocroe, we etеn die nassi (tss)
Spa3, bla matrowen rassi (madafack)
Lange fеrdi ki khla3, lange ferdi ki nfa3
Shootoe, geen doekoe [?], street shit want we komen van ver
Guns en drogga op highway (pow)
[?] niet gaat my way (pow, mada–)
3robi mayne Spow-pow
Amici arrivati col bateau
Cervello impallato, soldi a palate
Fa-Far l'attore, no che non sono bravo
Non sono buono, non sono un mago
Se c'ho addosso droga, dopo scompare
Girala, girala in tutte le zone
Il mio materiale è in tutte le piazze (oeh, yeah)
Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Soldi la mia dipendenza, non ho bisogno di altro (pow, pow, pow)
Ooh-ooh, doe gericht net Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class sembra un carro armato
(O-O-O) ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Soldi la mia dipendenza, non ho bisogno di altro (pow, pow, pow)
(O-O-O) ooh-ooh, doe gericht net Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class sembra un carro armato
M'hanno dato più volte del matto, m'han messo da parte
Voglio andarmene per non veder le vostre facce
Sono ancora nel bando perché in fondo il ghetto m'affascina
(Sono ancora nel bando perché m'affascina)
Ey, Chahid
F-T
Ik ben een sba3, ben een lion, ben met Simba
Chillen luxe, ben een gangster, jungle in de Bimma
Op de Vespa met de Glock'jes, soort van rwina
Crimi mdima, overal ik Moët verdienen (uoh)
Rwina, rwina, tkayfet bzaf, kan ban chi chinwi
Faccio mosse, Rey Mysterio, buchi nell'intestino (pah, pow)
Facciamo soldi, slot machine, ti spaccan la mascella
Non parlo col maresciallo, ferro dentro il sottosella (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)
Glock. 9 b7el Vieri, fuck Carabinieri
Loco drerrie, met de guns, we maken herrie
[?] van naar Tanger, AMG op die ferry
Nike Tech arrie of walilo in een Merrie
NPT, Spow Business: Spow-pow sulle tue gambine
Sto in giro la notte, mi piace delinquere (a-a-ah, ah)
Kalashnikova, non è a piombini
Voglio Rolls-Royce con gli interni Tiffany
Scappo da sese, sono sudatissimo (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh, mhm)
PICASSO (feat. 3robi)
F-T
I'm on the beat with my boy Yassine
Ooh-ooh, sketching just like Picasso
Ooh-ooh, aiming just like Lasso
Making money easy, easy (easy)
You wanna mess with me? Go ahead, go ahead (ah)
Eating day and night for free
Food from the supermarkets
I think I gotta rob you (yeah)
Nothing personal (no)
Die-Ten poles in my hands (pow, pow, pow, pow)
I gotta quadruple them
I'm riding in a Maserati (ah)
I went on the run
Then I turned myself in
And made my own way
Met–, met those guys or that party (eh)
Here we shoot at your buddy (pow)
Since young, I'm a boss, we eat in Mocroe, we eat that nasi (tss)
Spa3, blow up the scene (motherfucker)
Long guys who scare, long guys who help
Shooting, no cash [?], street shit 'cause we come from far
Guns and drugs on the highway (pow)
[?] ain't going my way (pow, mother–)
3robi mayne Spow-pow
Friends arrived by boat
Brain's frozen, money in heaps
Acting tough, no I'm not that good
I'm not nice, I'm not a magician
If I got drugs on me, they disappear
Turn it, turn it in all the zones
My stuff's in every square (oeh, yeah)
Ooh-ooh, sketching just like Picasso
Money's my addiction, I don't need anything else (pow, pow, pow)
Ooh-ooh, aiming just like Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class looks like a tank
(O-O-O) ooh-ooh, sketching just like Picasso
Money's my addiction, I don't need anything else (pow, pow, pow)
(O-O-O) ooh-ooh, aiming just like Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class looks like a tank
They've called me crazy more than once, put me aside
I wanna leave so I don't see your faces
I'm still in the hood 'cause deep down the ghetto fascinates me
(I'm still in the hood 'cause it fascinates me)
Ey, Chahid
F-T
I'm a sba3, I'm a lion, I'm with Simba
Chillin' in luxury, I'm a gangster, jungle in the Bimma
On the Vespa with the Glocks, kinda like rwina
Crimi mdima, everywhere I earn Moët (uoh)
Rwina, rwina, too much noise, can’t ban chi chinwi
I make moves, Rey Mysterio, holes in the gut (pah, pow)
We make money, slot machine, they break your jaw
I don't talk to the marshal, iron under the saddle (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)
Glock. 9 like Vieri, fuck the Carabinieri
Loco drerrie, with the guns, we make noise
[?] from to Tangier, AMG on that ferry
Nike Tech arrie or walilo in a Merrie
NPT, Spow Business: Spow-pow on your little legs
I'm out at night, I like to commit crimes (a-a-ah, ah)
Kalashnikov, it ain't BBs
I want a Rolls-Royce with Tiffany interiors
Running from the heat, I'm sweating like crazy (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh, mhm)