Mollami - Guè
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Mollami - Guè

Альбом
Vero
Год
2015
Язык
`Italian`
Длительность
190640

Below is the lyrics of the song Mollami , artist - Guè with translation

Lyrics " Mollami "

Original text with translation

Mollami

Guè

Оригинальный текст

Scrivi «Miami» ma sei di Brescia

Non mi interessa chi ti interessa

Non voglio una pressa che stressa

Ma una che mi flasha tipo Neguesha

Se scrivi «te stessa» sotto «lavoro» (Lavoro)

Dici sempre la parola «adoro» (Adoro)

Dici sempre la parola «top» (Top)

Mi chiedi di andare a ballare hip-hop?

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Scrivi che vuoi un amore vero in bacheca

Come lo troverai se sei sempre in discoteca?

Hai il profilo chiuso ma le gambe aperte

La chiusura d’Ibiza non mi diverte

Parli con me, parli a vanvera

I selfie sempre uguali con la bocca da papera

Quegli scemi dei tuoi amici a cui scroccate

Tutta la sera al tavolo, dopo non gliela date

Io sboccio senza i soldi di mio padre

Guarda che orologio abbiamo io e il mio frate

Le foto a Saint Tropez in bikini sullo yacht

Ma a Milano stai con otto inquilini (Ma com è?)

Ho un sacco d’affari qui tra le mani

Tu sempre negli stessi locali

Ti abbiamo invitato anche a casa mia

E tu «Ma che tipo di tipa pensi io sia?»

Dici sempre la parola «top» (top)

Mi chiedi di andare a ballare Hip-Hop?

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Mollami, mollami

Перевод песни

Write "Miami" but you are from Brescia

I don't interest who interests you

I don't want a press that stresses

But one that flashes me like Neguesha

If you write "yourself" under "work" (Work)

You always say the word "I love" (I love)

You always say the word "top" (Top)

Are you asking me to go hip-hop dancing?

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Write that you want true love on the bulletin board

How will you find it if you are always at the disco?

Your profile is closed but your legs are open

I'm not amused by the closure of Ibiza

Talk to me, talk nonsense

Selfies that are always the same with a ducky mouth

Those stupid friends of yours that you scrounge

All evening at the table, after that you don't give it to him

I blossom without my father's money

Look at the clock my friar and I have

The photos in Saint Tropez in bikini on the yacht

But in Milan you live with eight tenants (But how is it?)

I have a lot of business here on my hands

You always in the same premises

We have also invited you to my house

And you "But what kind of girl do you think I am?"

You always say the word "top" (top)

Are you asking me to go hip-hop dancing?

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

Drop me, drop me

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