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Description
It beats like the engine of an old Alfa Romeo – noisy, uneven, but pulling forward confidently. This is not about dreams and philosophy – it is pure thirst for movement, money, glamour and risk. Every line smells of petrol, then expensive leather, where Ferragamo is not just a brand, but armour against boredom.
Everything boils and mixes: Italian heat, Dutch steel, Russian cries. The city never sleeps because it is inhabited by people like this hero - forever between the law and the party, with dragons under their skin and adrenaline instead of sleep. A little madness, a little chic, a lot of noise - all for that brief moment when it seems that the world belongs to you.
Lyrics and translation
Original
F.T.
J'suis sur la prod avec mon gars Yassine
Madafack
Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Ooh-ooh, doelgericht net Lasso
Faccio i soldi facile, facile (facile)
Vuoi farmi? Vas-y, vas-y (vas-y) (ah)
Mangio giorno e notte gratis (gratis)
Scippo ai supermercati
Mi sa devo rapinarti (sì)
Nulla di personale (no)
Die-Dieci pali tra le mani (mani) (pow, pow, pow, pow)
Devo quadruplicarli
Sono sopra un Maserati ('rati)
Ho fatto latitanza
Poi mi sono consegnato
E fatto la mia casanza
Met-, met die ferdi op die party (eh)
Hiero, we shooten voor mattie (pow)
Vanaf jong, ik ben een bassie
We eten in Mocro, we eten die nasi (tss)
Spa3, bla mеt rowen rassi (madafack)
Lange ferdi ki khla3
Langе ferdi ki nfa3
Shoetoe, geen documentaire
Street shit want we komen van ver
Guns en drogga op highway (pow)
Ookal wil je niet gaat my way (pow, mada-)
3robi mayne Spow-pow (pow, pow)
Amici arrivati col bateau (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 (uh, yeah)
Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Soldi la mia dipendenza, non ho bisogno di altro (pow, pow, pow)
Ooh-ooh, doelgericht 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, doelgericht 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.
I-I-Ik ben een sba3, ben een lion, ben met Simba
Chi-Chi-Chillen luxe, ben een gangster, djonko in de Bimma
Op de Vespa met de Glock, ik zorg voor rwina
Crimi in mdina, overal ik moet verdienen (uoh)
Rwina, rwina, tkayfet bzaf, kan ban chi chinwi (pshh, pssh, pssh)
Faccio mosse, Rey Mysterio, buchi nell'intestino (po-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 (fuck C-, fuck C-)
Lo-Lo-Loco drerrie, met de guns, we maken herrie
Tarifa naar Tanger, AMG op die ferry
Nike Tech arrie of fully Louis in 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-mhm-mhm
English translation
F.T.
J'suis sur la prod with mon gars Yassine
Madafack
Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Ooh-ooh, doelgericht net Lasso
I make money easy, easy (easy)
Do you want to do me? Vas-y, vas-y (vas-y) (ah)
I eat day and night for free (free)
I steal from supermarkets
I think I have to rob you (yeah)
Nothing personal (no)
Die-Ten poles in my hands (hands) (pow, pow, pow, pow)
I have to quadruple them
I'm in a Maserati ('rati)
I went into hiding
Then I handed myself over
And made my home
Met-, met the ferdi op the party (eh)
Hiero, we shooten voor mattie (pow)
Vanaf jong, ik well een bassie
We are in Mocro, we are in the nose (tss)
Spa3, bla mеt rowen rassi (madafack)
Lange ferdi ki khla3
Langе ferdi ki nfa3
Shoetoe, geen documentary
Street shit want us as they come ver
Guns in drugs on the highway (pow)
Ookal wil je niet gaat my way (pow, mada-)
3robi mayne Spow-pow (pow, pow)
Friends arrived with the bateau (bateau)
Brain dead, money galore
Fa-Far the actor, no I'm not good
I'm no good, I'm not a magician
If I have drugs on me, it disappears afterwards
Turn it, turn it in all areas
My stuff is all over the place (uh, yeah)
Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Money my addiction, I don't need more (pow, pow, pow)
Ooh-ooh, doelgericht net Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class looks like a tank
O-O-O-Ooh-ooh, schetsen net Picasso
Money my addiction, I don't need more (pow, pow, pow)
O-O-O-Ooh-ooh, doelgericht net Lasso
Salvatore Ferragamo, G Class looks like a tank
They called me crazy several times, they put me aside
I want to leave so I don't see your faces
I'm still in the ban because deep down the ghetto fascinates me
(I'm still in the ban because it fascinates me)
Hey, Chahid
F.T.
I-I-Ik well een sba3, well een lion, well met Simba
Chi-Chi-Chillen luxe, ben een gangster, djonko in de Bimma
Op de Vespa met de Glock, ik zorg voor rwina
Crimi in mdina, overall ik moet verdienen (uoh)
Rwina, rwina, tkayfet bzaf, kan ban chi chinwi (pshh, pssh, pssh)
I make moves, Rey Mysterio, holes in the gut (po-pow)
Let's make money, slot machines, they'll break your jaw
I don't talk to the marshal, iron inside the saddle pad (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)
Glock .9 b7el Vieri, fuck Carabinieri (fuck C-, fuck C-)
Lo-Lo-Loco drerrie, met de guns, we make herrie
Tarifa naar Tanger, AMG op die ferry
Nike Tech arrive of fully Louis in Merrie
NPT, Spow Business, "spow-pow" on your little legs
I stay around at night, I like to commit crimes (a-a-ah, ah)
Kalashnikova, it's not a lead shot
I want Rolls-Royce with Tiffany interior
I run away from Sese, I'm very sweaty (uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh)
Mhm-mhm-mhm