Lacrim ft Lazza – Patek Philippe (Lyrics)
Foulle est la fosse 9 pour les opps
J’fume que de la critic’
Ils n’ont pas de villa, n’ont plus d’hérò
Ils mettent tout dans le streaming
Ils mettent tout dans le stylisme
Ils mettent tout dans le streaming
Nuova la chain
Nuova la weed
Nuovo Patek Philippe
Fosse per me
Fuck alle opps, tanto non c’è feeling
Febbre del cash, mi sembra blow
Però non è in streaming
Tempo che respiri Nuovi, i miei vestiti
Nuova la chain, nuova la weed
Nuovo Patek Philippe

Je pars en week-end à Venise
Y’a personne qui nous l’a mise
Si tu sors toujours en vie
T’es mauvais, on te laisse pas gourmandise
20 ans qu’on est dans le bizz
On a baisé des belles miss
Je suis avec Lazza e mes khos
Dans la ville, on connaîtra plus la crise
Faut être près d’eux
Prêt pour les nerfs
Il nous faut d’la Cali
Frère, je suis en vrai de vrai
Je porte le poids de mon équipe comme Bennacer
Oui, il nous menacèrent
Bref, on connaît la suite
Je pars de Milan, jet m’attend
On va passer une putain de semaine en Suisse
Je t’éclate avec batte de baseball
T’es qu’un enfant, j’te fais vite fait
T’es qu’une victime t’as le bon rôle
Tu fais le fou, le mecs habité
Donc sur équipe qui vend des kilos
On sait tous qu’il fait t’éviter
Tu laisses tes potes pour des bimbos
C’est pas le code de de la cité
Lacrim, hey, hey

Foulle est la fosse 9 pour les opps
J’fume que de la critic’
Ils n’ont pas de villa, n’ont plus d’hérò
Ils mettent tout dans le streaming
Ils mettent tout dans le stylisme
Ils mettent tout dans le streaming
Nuova la chain
Nuova la weed
Nuovo Patek Philippe
Fosse per me
Fuck alle opps, tanto non c’è feeling
Febbre del cash, mi sembra blow
Però non è in streaming
Tempo che respiri Nuovi, i miei vestiti
Nuova la chain, nuova la weed
Nuovo Patek Philippe

Ho passato il weekend a lavare del cash (Cash)
Quando posso li stiro
Facci caso quanto li detesto quei flash (ah)
Sono tosto, li schivo
Da un bel po’ sempre busy, non mi chiamare al cell (Brr)
Fra’, piuttosto ti scrivo
Richard Millie, Audemars, Vacheron Costantin
Il mio polso a listino (Aah, okay, Zzala)
Mi sento Michael Jackson
Moonwalking per le vie del centro
Rolls Royce sembra San Lorenzo
Dimmi un desiderio mentre guardi il tetto (Skrrt)
Giovani ricchi e maleducati
Al tuo party, fra’, rovescio il drink
Non avevo due soldi bucati
Ora nell’armadio ho mezza Fashion Week
Culo su riva che sfiora la costa
Scusa, non lo faccio apposta
La mia collana più piccola costa
Due volte la tua più grossa (Due)
Frate’, leggendo le liriche pensavo fossi più real (Bleah)
E non mi ripetermi che il cielo è limite perché è una grossa bugia

Foulle est la fosse 9 pour les opps
J’fume que de la critic’
Ils n’ont pas de villa, n’ont plus d’hérò
Ils mettent tout dans le streaming
Ils mettent tout dans le stylisme
Ils mettent tout dans le streaming
Nuova la chain
Nuova la weed
Nuovo Patek Philippe
Fosse per me
Fuck alle opps, tanto non c’è feeling
Febbre del cash, mi sembra blow
Però non è in streaming
Tempo che respiri Nuovi, i miei vestiti
Nuova la chain, nuova la weed
Nuovo Patek Philippe

► English Version

Lacrim ft Lazza – Patek Philippe (Lyrics)

Crazy is the pit 9 for the opps
I only smoke criticism
They don’t have a villa, no more hero
They put everything into streaming.
They put everything into styling.
They put everything into streaming.
New the chain
New the weed
New Patek Philippe
If it were up to me
Fuck all the opps, there’s no feeling anyway
Cash fever, it seems like a blow to me
But it’s not streaming
Time that you breathe New, my clothes
New the chain, new the weed
New Patek Philippe

I’m going to Venice for the weekend.
No one tricked us.
If you still come out alive You’re bad, we won’t let you get greedy
20 years we’ve been in the biz
We hooked up with beautiful girls
I am with Lazza and my buddies
In the city, we will no longer know the crisis.
We need to be close to them
Ready for the nerves
We need some Cali
Brother, I’m the real deal
I carry the weight of my team like Bennacer
Yes, they threatened us.
Anyway, we know the rest.
I’m leaving from Milan, the jet is waiting for me.
We’re going to have a damn good week in Switzerland.
I’ll smash you with a baseball bat.
You’re just a kid, I’ll finish you off quickly.
You’re just a victim you’ve got the good role
You’re acting crazy, the guy is possessed.
So, on a team that sells kilos
We all know he makes you avoid him.
You leave your friends for bimbos
It’s not the code of the neighborhood
Lacrim, hey, hey

Foulle is the pit 9 for the opps
I only smoke criticism
They don’t have a villa, no more hero
They put everything into streaming.
They put everything into styling.
They put everything into streaming.
New the chain
New the weed
New Patek Philippe
If it were up to me
Fuck all the opps, there’s no feeling anyway
Cash fever, it seems like a blow to me
But it’s not streaming
Time that you breathe New, my clothes
New the chain, new the weed
New Patek Philippe

I spent the weekend washing some cash (Cash)
When I can, I iron them
Notice how much I hate those flashes (ah)
I’m tough, I dodge them
For quite a while, always busy, don’t call me on my cell (Brr)
Bro, I’ll just write to you instead.
Richard Millie, Audemars, Vacheron Costantin
My wrist on the list (Aah, okay, Zzala)
I feel like Michael Jackson Moonwalking thru the city streets Rolls Royce looks like San Lorenzo
Tell me a wish while you look at the roof (Skrrt)
Rich and rude young people
At your party, bro, I spill the drink
I didn’t have two cents to my name
Now in my closet, I have half a Fashion Week
Butt on the shore that grazes the coast
Sorry, I don’t do it on purpose.
My smallest necklace costs
Twice the size of yours (Two)
Bro, reading the lyrics I thot you were more real (Bleah)
And don’t repeat to me that the sky is the limit because it’s a big lie

Crazy is the pit 9 for the opps
I only smoke criticism
They don’t have a villa, no more heroin
They put everything into streaming.
They put everything into styling.
They put everything into streaming.
New the chain
New the weed
New Patek Philippe
If it were up to me
Fuck all the opps, there’s no feeling anyway
Cash fever, it seems like a blow to me
But it’s not streaming
Time that you breathe New, my clothes
New the chain, new the weed
New Patek Philippe