Lacrim – Non L’abbiamo Scelto (ft. Nerissima Serpe & Papa V) Lyrics
J’ai plus d’temps à perdre, pour des fils de pute
Qui me le font perdre
J’veux le soleil au bord de la mer
Vu que t’as des yeux de perles, ouais, mais
J’oublie pas qu’à Paname
Y’a des mecs qu’on doit niquer
GPS pour les fliquer, ouais
Eh yeah, faut jamais faire la guerre
Mon vieux si t’as peur de la perdre
Eh yeah, mon père m’a tabassé lorsque
Je parlais pour de la merde
Règle numéro uno, tu devras jamais faire les gros titres
Si tu ramènes de pointe à pitre
Règle numéro deux, ne leur montre jamais où t’habites
Même si elle veut t’sucer la bite

Chiama se ti serve qualcosa
Bianca, verde, gialla e ce l’abbiamo anche rosa
Mangio pasta, pizza e pezzi di coca
Sangue sulla maglia, mia nonna fa la moka

Qu’est-ce qu’on ferait pour des lovés
Des fois le cœur est mauvais
Quand il s’agit d’te faire du mal
Pour te prendre un sac de love, frère
On en a jamais trop fait
Bébé j’ai de quoi péter les plombs
E lo sai che io ti amo
Mais tu ne dois pas m’abandonner
E, giuro, non perderò te
On a tabassé les crocs
Toujours le regarde fâché
Chez moi des fois l’alcool est mauvais (Ah)

Faccio soldi da ogni cosa (Shh), in casa non ho una pistola
Non è in vetro né in lattina, è in busta la Coca-Cola (Ah)
Entra il grano ogni minuto, non faccio spesa alla Conad (Sli’, sli’)
Se le metto il cazzo dentro, finisce che si innamora (Papa V)
Io ho un amico algerino (Nerissima), per strada fa l’algebra
Uno con un Rolex, uno che va alla Caritas
Questa strada picca come fosse paprika (Ah)
A volte mi chiama, vuole rubarmi l’anima
Mangio pasta, parmigiano, sugo e polpette (Ah)
Giro pieno a Milano e le troie sembrano zecche (Seh)
Sei un morto che cammina, numero 47
Si sei un tossico di merda, un grammo pesa 0.7 (Neri)
Rispettando i codici, non c’è tempo, muoviti
Bevo tutto l’alcol mischiato con gli antibiotici (Sempre)
Troppi anticorpi, sì, sarà stato l’MD (Eheh)
Ora in studio con Lacrim, nove K dentro i jeans (Slime)

Chiama se ti serve qualcosa
Bianca, verde, gialla e ce l’abbiamo anche rosa (Slime)
Mangio pasta, pizza e pezzi di coca
Sangue sulla maglia, mia nonna fa la moka (Slime)

Qu’est-ce qu’on ferait pour des lovés
Des fois le cœur est mauvais
Quand il s’agit d’te faire du mal
Pour te prendre un sac de love, frère
On en a jamais trop fait
Bébé j’ai de quoi péter les plombs
E lo sai che io ti amo
Mais tu ne dois pas m’abandonner
E giuro non perderò te
On a tabassé les crocs
Toujours le regarde fâché
Chez moi des fois l’alcool est mauvais

► English Version

Lacrim – Non L’abbiamo Scelto (ft. Nerissima Serpe & Papa V) Lyrics

I have no more time to waste on sons of bitches.
Who waste it on me
I want the sun by the sea
Since you have eyes like pearls, yeah, but I don’t forget that in Paris
There are guys we need to screw GPS to track them, yeah
Eh yeah, you should never go to war
My old man, if you’re afraid of losing her
Eh yeah, my father beat me up when
I was talking nonsense.
Rule number one, you should never make the headlines.
If you bring a clown to the party
Rule number two, never show them where you live
Even if she wants to suck your dick

Call if you need anything.
White, green, yellow, and we also have pink
I eat pasta, pizza, and pieces of coke
Blood on the shirt, my grandma makes the moka

What would we do for some dough
Sometimes the heart is wicked
When it comes to hurting you
To get you a bag of love, brother
We never did too much.
Baby, I’ve got enough to lose my mind.
And you know that I love you
But you must not abandon me
And, I swear, I won’t lose you
We beat the fangs
Always looking at him angrily
At my place, sometimes alcohol is bad (Ah)

I make money from everything (Shh), I don’t have a gun at home
It’s not in a glass or a can, it’s in a bag the Coca-Cola (Ah)
Money comes in every minute, I don’t shop at Conad (Yeah, yeah)
If I put my dick inside her, she’ll end up falling in love (Papa V)
I have an Algerian friend (Nerissima), he does algebra on the street
One with a Rolex, one who goes to Caritas
This road stings like paprika (Ah)
Sometimes she calls me, wants to steal my soul
I eat pasta, parmesan, sauce, and meatballs (Ah)
I walk around Milan and the whores look like ticks (Yeah)
You are a walking dead person, number 47
Yes, you’re a fucking junkie, a gram weighs 0.7 (Neri)
Respecting the codes, there’s no time, move it I drink all the alcohol mixed with antibiotics (Always)
Too many antibodies, yeah, it must have been the MD (Hehe)
Now in the studio with Lacrim, nine K in the jeans (Slime)

Call if you need anything.
White, green, yellow, and we also have pink (Slime)
I eat pasta, pizza, and pieces of coke
Blood on the shirt, my grandma makes the moka (Slime)

What would we do for some dough
Sometimes the heart is wicked
When it comes to hurting you
To get you a bag of love, brother
We never did too much.
Baby, I have enough to lose my mind.
And you know that I love you
But you must not abandon me
And I swear I won’t lose you
We smashed the fangs
Always looking at me angrily
At my place, sometimes alcohol is bad.