Santa Sede – RosaRossa

Santa Sede – RosaRossa Lyrics

Artist: Santa Sede
Song: RosaRossa

SmackDown, con la tua puttana faccio wrestling
Bad b#tch, vengo ed esce, fra’, la chiamo Brexit [Ahahahah
Lei mi guarda e dice che assomiglio a Brad Pitt [Uh
Vuoi fare il boss a casa mia, ti porto all’exit

La tua merda la rifiuta, non la prende Shazam [Nah
Neve in piazza, morti a terra come guerra a Baghdad
Nello specchio un altro me, doppelgänger
La tua storia non sta in piedi, brother, perde acqua [Ah

Mille storie pese pese in bio, chi ci fotte crede in Dio
E non ritorna sulle gambe come Bebе Vio [Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu
Il nemico non ha nulla, quello che possiеde è mio
Io Gesù Cristo in questa merda, nuove erede mio

Rivoluziono l’arte, nuova mostra
Scatto Kodak sopra un frèro, ti parcheggia e non la sposta [Brr
Ho sentito la tua donna, c’ha il number su RosaRossa [Uh
Per fare grana tu hai grattato come raspadüra

Per ‘sta merda abbiamo il passepartout, a te casca il durag [Ahahah
La tua tipa che è arrapata, chiusa in stanza, suda
Vuole che la indosso sopra il cazzo come un’armatura
Non sono un babbo con i dreadlocks, pensiamo a fare bankroll

Ed ad alzare il livello ancora next stop
Sto chiudendo Backwoods, al vicino serve detox
Mentre la tua b#tch me lo succhia per un repost
Ah

Breakdance, con la tua puttana faccio windmill [Brr
Qua a Milano è murda kill kill, alzo il PIL [Ah
Metti la mia squadra in campo, stai schierando il dream team
Scuola Hokuto mode on, a lei no schiaffo, fisting

Faccio hit come Sting, ma son delle piazze [Piazze, fra’
I miei fuori per il biz, i tuoi per le paste [Per le paste, fra’
Voglio centosei ragazze, il papi di ‘ste troie pazze
Fra’, il tuo rapper preferito scopa con le calze [‘Sto rincoglionito

Fumo l’ennesima di queste mentre lei si sveste
Se tu vuoi fumarmi, di ‘sta merda, fra’, ne ho sei dispense
Voglio solo tasche piene e verdi e non trofei si intende [Bling, bling, bling
Pacchi Sud Italia, voli all’est, pesci nei dispenser

Concorrenza alta e non resti in gara
Brindi a casa con la gang mentre il tuo best ti infama [Amico di infami
Suono così forte finché non avrò orchestre in casa
Vesto solo roba fly, frate’, ho il code dress di strada, ah [Fly sh#t, fra’

Mi trovi erba, condom e contanti dentro i pantaloni
Io non vendo strisce ma vinili in stampa obi [Nah
Becco tante b#tch che prima o poi una mi passa il COVID [Ahahah
Sassi dai balconi, c’ho la curva che mi alza i cori [Tuo fratello è Brumotti

Non è “b#tch, please” ma “b#tch, please, non starmi addosso”
Entriamo al tuo party solo per rubarti al polso [Ahah
Mio fra’ non fa gastronomia, ma viene a farti arrosto
A barre, droga, figa e soldi sporchi sempre stati a posto [Tu-tu-tu-tu]
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RosaRossa Lyrics – English Translation

Smackdown, with your wh#re I do wrestling
Bad b#tch, I come and come out, Fra ‘, I call her Brexit [ahahahah
She looks at me and says I look like Brad Pitt [uh
You want to be a boss in my house, I’ll take you to the Exit

Your sh#t refuses it, Shazam does not take it [Nah
Snow in the square, died on the ground as a war in Baghdad
In the mirror another me, Doppelgänger
Your story is not standing, Brother, loses water [Ah

A thousand stories weigh in organic, those who f#ck us believe in God
And it does not return to the legs like Beb murder [tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu
The enemy has nothing, what is possible is mine
I Jesus Christ in this sh#t, new heir my heir

Revolutionary art, new exhibition
I shoot Kodak over a frèro, park you and don’t move it [Brr
I heard your woman, he has the number on Rosarossa [uh
To make parmesan you gratic like raspadüra

For ‘Sta sh#t we have the passepartout, to you fall the dug [hahaha
Your girl who is h#rn#, closed in the room, sweat
He wants me to wear it on the c#ck like an armor
I’m not a dad with Dreadlocks, let’s think about doing Bankroll

And to raise the level still Next Stop
I’m closing Backwoods, the neighbor you need detox
While your b#tch sucks me for a reposit
Ah

Breakdance, with your wh#re I do Windmill [brr
Here in Milan is Murda Kill Kill, I raise the GDP [ah
Put my team on the pitch, you are deploying the Dream Team
School Hokuto Mode on, to her no slap, fisting

I have hit as Sting, but they are some squares [squares, fra ‘
My outside for the Biz, yours for the pasta [for the pasta, fra ‘
I want one hundred and six girls, the Papi of ‘Ste slice crazy
Fra ’, your favorite rapper f#cks with socks [‘I’m stoned

I smoke the umpteenth of these while she is shelled
If you want to smoke me, of ‘I’m sh#t, Fra’, I have six pantries
I just want full and green pockets and non -trophies are meant [bling, bling, bling
Pacchi southern Italy, flights to the East, fish in dispenser

High competition and do not stay in the race
Toast home with the gang while your best infamous you [Friend of Infami
I sound so strong until I have orchestras at home
I dress only fly stuff, friar, I have the road dress, ah [fly sh#t, fra ‘

You will find me grass, condoms and cash inside the pants
I don’t sell strips but vinyls in print ibi [nah
I get many b#tch that sooner or later one passes me the Covid [hahaha
Stones from the balconies, I have the curve that raises my choirs [your brother is brumotti

It is not “b#tch, please” but “b#tch, please, don’t stay on me”
We enter your party just to steal on your wrist [haha
My between ‘does not make gastronomy, but it comes to make you roasted
At bars, drugs, p#ss# and dirty money always in place [tu-tu-tu-tu]
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Santa Sede Lyrics – RosaRossa

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Release Year: 2022