Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Califlower, artist - Vegas Jones. Album song Chic Nisello, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.01.2017
Record label: Dogozilla Empire
Song language: Italian
Califlower(original) |
| I’m blowing super Califlower that’s the way I do it |
| All that smoke around me |
| Blowing up califlower, blowing up califlower |
| That’s the way, oh leave me alone |
| Fanculo a queste lacrime sul volto (Fanculo) |
| Fanculo a te e chi dirige sto posto |
| Fanculo tu e la gente che c’hai attorno |
| Fra' non devo render conto a nessuno |
| Non ti premetto di metterci bocca (No frà) |
| Non l’ho mai lasciato fare a nessuno (No frà) |
| Davvero credi che sia tutto apposto? |
| (Mai) |
| Ancora fanculo (Ye) |
| Ma' dice va a lavorare che il rap non paga le bollette (No frà) |
| E prego di fisso le mani giunte sulla testa |
| La faccia a terra come un nero di Compton |
| Chevy Cabriolette (Cini) |
| Uh, se fa male non fermarti |
| Ci sono frà in fila (Sì, dietro frà) |
| Qui una squadra pronta per questo ho preso un nuovo paio bianco di Flight Squad |
| frà |
| No man, mi sa che hai visto male |
| No man, hai capito male |
| No man, non ti voglio qui a grattare |
| Non mi disturbare, fumo Califlowers (Yeah) |
| Lasciami in pace, per oggi puoi andare |
| Come stai oggi? |
| Frà logico, male |
| Cosa vuoi che cambi dall’oggi al domani |
| Fammi collassare |
| Blowing, califlower blow my mind |
| Califlower blow my mind, uuh |
| Oh blow my mind |
| Se fossi qui dentro ti divertiresti |
| Scrivo danzando tra mille ori e incensi |
| Cento giorni di lavoro e non vedo nemmeno |
| Il più misero degli stipendi |
| Vedo solo fumo frà non c'è profumo di fiori |
| E per questo continuo |
| A mettere i fiori nei fogli finché prendo fuoco |
| Da quanto veloce cammino |
| Oh man, hai capito male |
| Non c'è soluzione pare |
| Frà, per un frate la legge |
| Tipo vabbé se hai da fare fa niente, oh merda no (No frà) |
| I G son finiti, scrivo tutto messo |
| Pasti casuali con il sugo freddo (Brr) |
| Sopra il mio bed bro |
| Weeda tutta in giro come quando giro (Brr) |
| Jeep su cui mi appoggio e lucido il mio culo |
| Giro tutto intorno come quando tiro (Tutto brucia frà) |
| L’arcobaleno in bianco e nero |
| Lo vedo e faccio ooh |
| Ooh, Blow some califlower |
| Ooh (Su, tutti su) |
| Blow some califlower |
| Blow some califlower (Blow, ooh) |
| Blow some califlower |
| Blow some califlower, blowing some califlower |
| (translation) |
| I’m blowing super Califlower that’s the way I do it |
| All that smoke around me |
| Blowing up califlower, blowing up califlower |
| That’s the way, oh leave me alone |
| Fuck these tears on your face (Fuck it) |
| Fuck you and whoever runs this place |
| Fuck you and the people around you |
| Between 'I don't have to answer to anyone |
| I'm not going to put your mouth to it (No brother) |
| I've never let anyone do it (No brother) |
| Do you really think everything is alright? |
| (Never) |
| Fuck it again (Ye) |
| Ma 'says he goes to work that rap doesn't pay the bills (No bro) |
| And I pray I stare at my folded hands on my head |
| Face her on the ground like a Compton black |
| Chevy Cabriolette (Cini) |
| Uh, if it hurts don't stop |
| There are bro in line (Yes, behind bro) |
| Here a team ready for this I got a new white pair of Flight Squads |
| between |
| No man, I think you have seen wrong |
| No man, you got it wrong |
| No man, I don't want you here scratching |
| Don't bother me, I smoke Califlowers (Yeah) |
| Leave me alone, you can go for today |
| How are you today? |
| Bro logical, bad |
| What do you want to change overnight |
| Collapse me |
| Blowing, califlower blow my mind |
| Califlower blow my mind, uuh |
| Oh blow my mind |
| If you were in here you would have fun |
| I write dancing among a thousand golds and incense |
| A hundred days of work and I don't even see |
| The poorest of salaries |
| I only see smoke between there is no scent of flowers |
| And for this I continue |
| To put the flowers in the sheets until I catch fire |
| How fast I walk |
| Oh man, you got it wrong |
| There is no solution it seems |
| Bro, for a friar the law |
| Like, oh well, if you're busy, it's okay, oh shit no (No bro) |
| The Gs are finished, I write everything put |
| Casual meals with cold gravy (Brr) |
| Above my bed bro |
| Weeda all around like when I turn (Brr) |
| Jeep I lean on and polish my ass |
| I go all around like when I shoot (Everything burns bro) |
| The rainbow in black and white |
| I see it and go ooh |
| Ooh, Blow some califlower |
| Ooh (Come on, everybody up) |
| Blow some califlower |
| Blow some califlower (Blow, ooh) |
| Blow some califlower |
| Blow some califlower, blowing some califlower |