Lyrics of We Run The Town - Guè, Red Cafe

We Run The Town - Guè, Red Cafe
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Run The Town, artist - Guè. Album song Vero +, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music Italia
Song language: Italian

We Run The Town

(original)
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
We run the town
Sto in testa a 'ste bitches come la lacca
Si tatuano G-U-E sulla chiappa
Profumo di soldi, fumo come una cappa
Non sono il tuo fidanzato sono il tuo pappa
Guarda baby, adesso ce l’ho fatta
Non dobbiamo più sognare, ce l’abbiamo fatta
Erba o coca dillo, basta poco, un drillo
Scarpe in coccodrillo, oro giallo, brillo
G-U-E su una Benz o un Audi, caliente in Italy
Frate, ask about me
Un altro giorno, un altro euro
, spero fili liscio
Tranquilo, il mio stilo: limited edition
E non mi fermo finché sto all’obitorio
Dritto all’inferno, frà, senza purgatorio
Da Milano a New York, Parigi e Barça
C’ho 10K, spicci nella tasca
Per schiacciare tutte 'ste tipe non mi basta un cazzo
Per farmi un altro tattoo non mi basta lo spazio
La mia clique mastina, la mia bitch más fina
Faccio così il grano che mi chiami IBAN
Incido pezzi, incido rapper come un bisturi
Per i miei frate, come Vasco, liberi liberi
Lei nuda tiene il tacco
Mio frà che porta il pacco
La G che sfonda il palco
Prende il tuo scalpo
(translation)
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
'Till the sun come up
We run the town
I'm on the head of these bitches like hairspray
They tattooed G-U-E on the buttock
Scent of money, smoke like a hood
I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your baby food
Look baby, now I've done it
We no longer have to dream, we did it
Weed or coke say it, just a little, a drill
Shoes in crocodile, yellow gold, glitter
G-U-E on a Benz or an Audi, hot in Italy
Friar, ask about me
Another day, another euro
, I hope you go smoothly
Don't worry, my stylus: limited edition
And I don't stop as long as I'm in the morgue
Straight to hell, bro, without purgatory
From Milan to New York, Paris and Barça
I have 10K, change in my pocket
To crush all these girls is not enough shit for me
To get another tattoo, space is not enough for me
My clique mastina, my bitch más fina
So I make the wheat you call me IBAN
I cut pieces, I cut rappers like a scalpel
For my friars, like Vasco, free free
She is naked holding the heel
My brother carrying the package
The G that breaks through the stage
She takes your scalp
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