18K – Sports Lyrics
Artist: 18K
Song: Sports
〈Testo di “Sports”〉
〈Strofa〉
Eighteen, gioco a tennis
Tolgo le lenti secche con meno 20
Sono andato via che ero obeso
E sono tornato han detto: “Non pesi niente”
Il mio amico si chiama Gigi
Come in Kiki, consegne a domicilio
Quando il capo dice che ha deciso
Io torno a casa e penso all’omicidio
Non mangio pasto in bianco, dentifrici
I tira e molla contano
Non è come se tiro e volo sopra l’edificio
Bang, ho sparato preciso
Piste non ne ho mai viste
Minchia, Eighteen, mille euro da un blister
Altri mille euro investiti
Perché non li ho spesi in vestiti
Scusa la noia, non sono il tuo prof. di storia
Fumo una bomba all’ora di storia
Ho fatto un’ora di sosta apposta
Lei è impegnativa come un full-time
Vorrei esplorarla da monte a costa
Soldi futuri, ma quanto costa
18 gioca a basket
Qua non ci stan palazzi siam di campagna
Il mio bro non ha una pistola falsa
Ti spara col fucile da caccia
Mangio un sacco di miele d’acacia
Caccio whisky nella borraccia
Non vendo fumo a una bimba fatta
Non starmi addosso sei un pederasta
Tira e basta
In chill un bro te la passa
Culo a terra
Stesi, guardiamo la galassia
Stesi, guardiamo la matassa
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Sports Lyrics – English Translation
〈Text of “Sports”〉
〈Verse〉
Eighteen, Tennis game
I remove the dry lenses with fewer 20
I went away that I was obese
And I returned they said: “nothing weighs”
My friend is called Gigi
As in Kiki, home deliveries
When the boss says he decided
I go home and I think of the murder
I do not eat meal in white, toothpastes
The pulls and spring count
It is not as if I shoot and flight over the building
Bang, I shot precisely
I have never seen tracks
Mind, Eighteen, one thousand euros from a blister
Another one thousand euros invested
Because I didn’t spend them in clothes
Sorry for boredom, I’m not your prof. of history
I smoke a bomb at history
I made an hour of parking on purpose
She is demanding as a full-time
I would like to explore it from Monte to Costa
Future money, but how much it costs
18 Play basketball
Here there is no small palazzi of the countryside
My bro has not a false pistol
Shoot you with hunting rifle
I eat a lot of acacia honey
Packy whiskey in the bottle
I don’t sell smoke to a girl made
Don’t be on me you are a pederasty
Just pull
In chill a brors pass it to you
#ss on the ground
I spread, let’s look at the galaxy
I spread, let’s look at the skein
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18K Lyrics – Sports
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Release Year: 2017