Jameshoods – Ghetto Messiah Lyrics
Artist: Jameshoods
Song: Ghetto Messiah
Messiah din ghetouri stii ca strada-mi este cruce
Am 2 cuie in palma si ficatul inca duce
Strada ne e mama si toti suntem frati de sange
Strada ne e sicriu iar coliva deloc dulce
Mama, te rog iarta-ne
Tata, te rog iarta-ne
Strada, te rog iarta-ne
Garda ne salta, Doamne hai iarta-ne
Doamne-mi place pizda de zici ca mi-e dor de casa
Hai lasa, in parcare cu o gioarsa, imi dau drumu pe o gaoaza grasa
Trasa, vans si ciorapi de plasa, arsa
Ganja in fata unui jeep de garda frica nu ne sensibilizeaza
Copil de bani gata nici forbes nu ma estimeaza
Trapu-i joaca mea am venit cu jucarii de acasa
Trapu-i un festin iar eu am pus fata de masa
Intreabto pe fii-ta
I-am dat o muie de i-a trecut amigdalita
Nomine patri vine apocalipsa
Spiritus Sanctus ma intorc in Giza
Tata, se pare ca
Sufar de atacuri de panica
Mi s au dus pe molly toti banii, ba
Mi s au dus pe nara toti anii, ba
Doamne, iarta-mi fratii n-au facut nimic
Gabore da cat vrei ca nu zic nimic
Serpii m-au muscat de nu mai simt nimic
Prea multi oagari sufera si au lindic
Tara e-n stare precara
Jamie toarna-i cu benzina
Acum hai las-o sa arda
Jamie, arunca-mi o boaba
Merg sa rup pizda-ntro coarda
Imi iau halatu’ Versace
Pe sub stau in pula goala
Profeti in cartier, ce-aveti voi sunt idoli falsi falsi
In prezenta unor zei sunt copilasi, mars
Vorbesc doar prin avocat sunt niste lasi, mars
c#m au iesit pe usa au fost si arsi, mars
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Die Prinzen – Hose runter
KANJASS – ПАРИЖ (PARIS)
Ghetto Messiah Lyrics – English Translation
Messiah in the ghettos you know as my street is cross
I have 2 nails in your palm and liver still leads
We are Mom and we are all blood brothers
The street is the coffin and coliva at all sweet
Mom, please forgive us
Dad, please forgive us
Street, please forgive us
Garda, Lord Hai forgive us
God-I like p#ss# say I miss the house
Come on, in the parking lot with a gaive, I’m driving on a fatty gaose
Trace, vans and mesh stockings, burnt
Ganja in front of a jeep guard fear is not sensitizing us
Child of money ready no forbes does not estimate me
Trap’s playing I came with home toys
Trapped a feast and I put the table girl
Another on your sons
I gave her a bl#wj#b past my tonsillitis
Nomine Patri comes apocalypse
SPIRITUS SANCTUS I come back in Giza
Dad, it looks like
Suffer from panic attacks
Me s took Molly all the money, ba
Ms have left Nara all years, BA
Lord, forgive my brothers did not do anything
Gabore Yes How much do you want nothing
SERPII bite me no longer feeling anything
Too many overalls suffer and have Lindic
Country is precious
Jamie pour them with gasoline
Now let’s let her burn
Jamie, throw me a grain
Go to break pussda-ntro rope
Imi iau halatu’ Versace
Pe sub stau in pula goala
Profeti in cartier, ce-aveti voi sunt idoli falsi falsi
In prezenta unor zei sunt copilasi, mars
Vorbesc doar prin avocat sunt niste lasi, mars
c#m au iesit pe usa au fost si arsi, mars
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Jameshoods Lyrics – Ghetto Messiah
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Release Year: 2019