Cold Testo della canzone – Jalla

Cold Testo della canzone by Jalla

Sono fresco, per gli hater raffreddore
Pensano a me 24 ore
One shot, chiamami “tiratore”
Tempesta contro un ventilatore

Il mio vento lo faccio soffiare in ogni meridiano
Hai l’amaro in bocca come fossi il tuo caffè quotidiano
Non faccio una minchia tutto il giorno
Tranne scrivere e guardare il p#rno

Aspettano comunque il mio ritorno
“All eyes on me” se mi guardo intorno
Tu curi il contorno della tua torta
Io svuoto solo una mente contorta

Metto in mostra un poco la mia fotta
Entro sul beat sfondando la porta
Oops…
Oops

Spremo pensieri, “so I got the juice”
Sei stancante come andare in bus
Sto bene come dopo una Grey Goose
Sono fresco, per gli hater raffreddore

Pensano a me 24 ore
One shot, chiamami tiratore
Tempesta contro un ventilatore
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Cold Lyrics English

I’m cool, for Hater colds
Think of me 24 hours
One Shot, call me “shooter”
Storm against a fan

My wind I blow it up in every meridian
You have the bitterness in your mouth as if you were your daily coffee
I don’t fly all day
Except to write and watch p#rn

However, my return wait
“All Eyes on me” I look around
You care the outline of your cake
I just empty a twisted mind

I put my f#ck off a little
Within the beat breaking the door
Oops …
Oops

Squeeze thoughts, “I know the got the juice”
You’re tiring how to go by bus
I’m fine as after a gay goose
I’m cool, for Hater colds

Think of me 24 hours
One Shot, call me shooter
Storm against a fan
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Jalla Lyrics – Cold

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Cold