Lyrics and translation Ketama126 - Brrr

Brrr

Senti freddo, senti brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr
Quando batti i denti brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr yah
C doppia X V I
Le abbiamo provate tutte siamo i trap king
Bimba sono freddo puoi leccarmi l'ice cream
Stai raidando sopra un cazzo sei una drag queen
Non parlare di droga
Non ti sei fatto nemmeno una rota
Sta città è piena di topi di fogna
Vedo tutta Roma
Alto come la moda
Capi alla moda, ci vomito sopra
Me la stanno tirando
Fanno le macumbe
Sperano che non ce la faccio
Tuta acetata, cinta gucciata
Mutanda rosa, borsello Prada
Siamo pe' strada e siamo la strada
Senti freddo, senti brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr
Quando batti i denti brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr yah
Sto in piazza dai tempi dei buchi bucati in piazza al Bar San Callisto
Corona di spine più mani bucate sono Gesù Cristo
Fanculo 'sti soldi sto con 'sti poracci come San Francesco
Ti spogliamo in piazza sei San Francesco
Stai facendo scuffiare [?]
Non voglio un Ferrari voglio una DeLorean
Per tornare indietro rifare la storia
Voglio provare qualcosa di nuovo
Come la prima volta come una droga nuova
Carabinieri sempre in ronda
Quanti fiori sbocceranno sopra la mia tomba
Sono più vero della merda che hai acciaccato in strada
Stai tremando quando arriva la mia banda
Senti freddo, senti brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr
Quando batti i denti brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr yah

Brrr

You feel cold, you feel brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr
When you chatter your teeth brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr yah
Double C X V I
We've tried them all, we are the trap kings
Baby, I'm cold, you can lick my ice cream
You're raiding a dick, you're a drag queen
Don't talk about drugs
You've never even had a little bit of nothing
This city is full of sewer rats
I can see all of Rome
As high as fashion
Fashionable clothes, I'm going to throw up on them
They're teasing me
They do macumbas
They hope that I don't make it
Acetate tracksuit, Gucci belt
Pink underwear, Prada bag
We are in the street and we are the street
You feel cold, you feel brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr
When you chatter your teeth brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr yah
I have been in the square since the times of the empty holes in the square at the Bar San Callisto
Crown of thorns plus pierced hands, I'm Jesus Christ
Fuck this money, I'm with these poor people like Saint Francis
We'll undress you in the square, you're Saint Francis
You're making [?] choke
I don't want a Ferrari, I want a DeLorean
To go back and redo history
I want to try something new
Like the first time, like a new drug
The police are always patrolling
How many flowers will bloom on my grave?
I'm more real than the shit you've stepped on in the street
You're shaking when my gang arrives
You feel cold, you feel brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr
When you chatter your teeth brrrr
Brrrr, brrrr, brrrr yah