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Description
Featured Vocals: BROKEBUSTERZIKO
Mastering Engineer: Ivan Maletto
Mixing Engineer: Ivan Maletto
Performance: KIID
Producer: KIID
Programming: KIID
Performance: Sadturs
Producer: Sadturs
Programming: Sadturs
Producer: quadrucc
Composer: Francesco Turolla
Composer: Lorenzo Bassotti
Lyricist: Zaccaria Zaima
Lyrics and translation
Original
In serata homie mi trovi passed out. Da uno a shakhuna stiamo in blackout.
Eh si in giro Milano una cash cow.
Da riempire sacchi riempio bags now. Marrocchi vero sono sempre crashed out.
Alto con il petto vado in meltdown. Dirlo con la lingua, con i facts now.
Poliglotta la mattina, sera stressed out. Dimmi ci storia di slangare hills cocaine.
Placidato sopra il corpo ho creato la mia lane.
Solimano, l'ottomano, siamo oro senza stain. Un altro garro, sono il cancro, lascio il segno come Usain.
Attiriamo con la zatla, zatla, giapponia, marzavata.
Ragazzino criminoso, è Raja, hashi con la banda. Legionario mangio geg e mohamma, herrero senza casa.
La mia residenza ancora samba, non cambiamo faccia.
In serata homie mi trovi passed out. Da uno a shakhuna stiamo in blackout.
Eh si in giro Milano una cash cow. Da riempire sacchi riempio bags now.
Marrocchi vero sono sempre crashed out.
Alto con il petto vado in meltdown.
Dirlo con la lingua, con i facts now. Poliglotta la mattina, sera stressed out.
Qui fumo khoya hdum, fermentiamo la tua vita.
Vita amara come il drink, ma sale sotto l'emulsiva. Notte cala, pare Schengen, problemi a prezzo da Kenitra.
Il successo, la minkej, ancora solo dentro il der.
Hawa hawa, smia, deli che gira quando ti apro muraya. Publicité, sueji col fusca abbiamo fatto in zanka.
Ancora a nord come noi sopravvive za3in del taiga.
Sangue caldo berber ti fanno grossi col cortasa. Non è mafia, ndarbu tayta, c'è Nakhelo, chef un tayba.
Con i buchi dentro taci, tocco nida, go per Russia.
Colleghiamo rock e matcha, la muraglia ba3da casa.
In serata homie mi trovi passed out.
Da uno a shakhuna stiamo in blackout.
Eh si in giro Milano una cash cow.
Da riempire sacchi riempio bags now.
English translation
In the evening homie you will find me passed out. From one to shakhuna we are in blackout.
Oh yes, a cash cow around Milan.
To fill bags I fill bags now. True Marrocchi are always crashed out.
Tall with my chest I go into meltdown. Say it with your tongue, with the facts now.
Polyglot in the morning, stressed out in the evening. Tell me the story of slangare hills cocaine.
Placid above the body I created my lane.
Suleiman, the Ottoman, we are gold without stain. Another garro, I'm cancer, I leave my mark like Usain.
We attract with the zatla, zatla, japan, marzavata.
Criminal kid, it's Raja, hashi with the gang. Legionary I eat geg and mohamma, homeless herrero.
My residence still samba, let's not change our face.
In the evening homie you will find me passed out. From one to shakhuna we are in blackout.
Oh yes, a cash cow around Milan. To fill bags I fill bags now.
True Marrocchi are always crashed out.
Tall with my chest I go into meltdown.
Say it with your tongue, with the facts now. Polyglot in the morning, stressed out in the evening.
Here I smoke khoya hdum, we ferment your life.
Bitter life like the drink, but rises under the emulsive. Night falls, it seems Schengen, problems at the price from Kenitra.
The success, the minkej, still only inside the der.
Hawa hawa, smia, deli that turns when I open you muraya. Publicité, sueji with fusca we did in zanka.
Still in the north like us, za3in of the taiga survives.
Hot blooded Berber they make you big with cortasa. It's not mafia, ndarbu tayta, there is Nakhelo, chef un tayba.
With the holes inside, shut up, touch nida, go for Russia.
We connect rock and matcha, the ba3da home wall.
In the evening homie you will find me passed out.
From one to shakhuna we are in blackout.
Oh yes, a cash cow around Milan.
To fill bags I fill bags now.