Effe Elle – Drillcore

Effe Elle – Drillcore Lyrics

Artist: Effe Elle
Song: Drillcore

No f#cks, sono il virus
Give no f#ck, droga nella Biro
No gang, solo a giro
Co’ una b#tch in giro che è più G dei tuoi G

No f#cks, sono il virus
Give no f#ck, droga nella Biro
No gang, solo a giro
Co’ una b#tch in giro che è più G dei tuoi G

Johnny Rotten, ecco la mia Bonnie
Ama i soldi e andare forte
Sente gli Anthrax, non i Coldplay
È affascinata dalla morte

Faccia a terra, culo in aria
La mia pera vuole punizioni
Chiama le tue cattive intenzioni
Amo lei, non bacio i miei homie

Non mi impressioni per due scar in faccia
Carenze d’attenzioni, vuoi un abbraccio?
‘St’altro scemo mi parla di trap
Poi suo padre fa l’avvocato

Qua mi sa che è sfuggita di mano, posa quel telefono che ti fa male
Stai vivendo la vita di un altro, sei confuso su cos’è il reale
Tu parla pure, i miei
Tu tutte cazzate e belle favole [Sei un cazzo di Instagrammer

Tu pensa a un piano, noi siamo il piano
A 180 HC, non ci andiamo piano, sai come
A quindici stipendi, a venti dipendenze
A venticinque uh, uh, a trenta ricchi o morti

A quindici stipendi, a venti dipendenze
A venticinque, a trenta ricchi o morti
Dri-dri-dri-dri-dri-drillcore
Dri-dri-dri-dri-dri-dri-dri-drillcore

Drillcore, Roma è un film fango e sangue
No una fiction, madri pensano “Non è mio figlio”
‘Sto mondo freddo, baby vuole che la stringo
Vuole un Misfits, io un Richard Mille

Le dico “Diventiamo ricchi”
Drillcore, fango e sangue, dri-, fango e sangue
Drillcore, dri-, dri-, dri-, dri-, drillcore, fango e sangue, dri-
Fango e sangue, fango e sangue

Diventiamo ricchi
Drillcore, Roma è un film fango e sangue
No una fiction, madri pensano “Non è mio figlio”
‘Sto mondo freddo, baby vuole che la stringo

Vuole un Misfits, io un Richard Mille
Le dico “Diventiamo ricchi”
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Drillcore Lyrics – English Translation

No f#cks, they are the virus
Give no f#ck, drugs in the biro
No gang, just around
Co ‘a b#tch around that is more g of your g

No f#cks, they are the virus
Give no f#ck, drugs in the biro
No gang, just around
Co ‘a b#tch around that is more g of your g

Johnny Rotten, here is my Bonnie
She loves money and going strong
Feel the anthrax, not the coldplay
She is fascinated by death

Face to ground, #ss in the air
My pear wants punishments
Call your bad intentions
I love you, I don’t kiss my homias

I don’t impress for two scar in the face
Deficiencies of attention, do you want a hug?
‘Other fool to me about traps
Then his father makes the lawyer

She knows how she escaped her hand, she puts that phone hurting you
You are experiencing another’s life, you’re confused about what the real is
You speak also, my
You all b#llsh#t and beautiful fairy tales [you’re a f#cking instagrammer

You think about a plan, we are the plan
At 180 hc, we don’t go slow, you know how
To fifteen salaries, twenty dependencies
To twenty-five uh, uh, thirty rich or dead

To fifteen salaries, twenty dependencies
To twenty-five, thirty rich or dead
Dri-Dri-Dri-Dri-Dri-Drillcore
DRI-DRI-DRI-DRI-DRI-DRI-DRI-DRILLCORE

Drillcore, Rome is a mud and blood film
No a fiction, mothers think “it’s not my son”
‘I’m cold world, baby wants you to hold it
He wants a misfits, I a thousand a thousand

I say “we become rich”
Drillcore, mud and blood, dri-, mud and blood
Drillcore, Dri-, Dri-, Dri-, Dri-, Drillcore, Mud and Blood, Dri-
Mud and blood, mud and blood

We become rich
Drillcore, Rome is a mud and blood film
No a fiction, mothers think “it’s not my son”
‘I’m cold world, baby wants you to hold it

He wants a misfits, I a thousand a thousand
I say “we become rich”
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

Effe Elle Lyrics – Drillcore

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Release Year: 2020