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Fumo alla playa a Copacabana
Survette, la playa, ah, Copacabana
Ah, ah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Copacabana, fra’, Copacabana
Volevo un K, fra’, e ora solo entrate
Prima parlava, ora non lo fa
Tori’ la cité, zatla alla deca’
E marocchino, ueh
E sta nel giro, ah
Fuma e vende, kho, ah, già dal mattino, eh
E marocchino, eh
E sta nel giro
Fuma e vende, kho, yeh, già dal mattino
E vesto solo, solo survette
Brindo in quartier fino alle sept
Fumo, sordo a tutti i problèmes
Perché keta’, maka’
Siamo io e te, nique la misère
Survette, la playa, Copacabana
Siamo insiеme, non c’è madama
Sai, il denaro, frate’, mi chiama
Halo, pronto, chiamo il cachеt
Lei vuole il mondo
E fa le foto con la casquette
E tiene i soldi nella pochette
Soldi nella pochette, scappo dalla misère
Penso solo ai soldi, euro e droga lì nella cler
E vesto solo, solo survette
Brindo in quartier fino alle sept
Fumo, sordo a tutti i problèmes
Perché keta’, maka’
Siamo io e te, nique la misère
Survette, la playa, Copacabana
Siamo insieme, non c’è madama
Sai, il denaro, frate’, mi chiama
Ah, ah-ah
Survette, la playa, Copacabana
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
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Kassimi – LA FAFA
Kassimi – Minorè
Copacabana Lyrics English
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Smoking at Playa in Copacabana
Survette, La Playa, Ah, Copacabana
Ah, ah
Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah
Copacabana, Fra ‘, Copacabana
I wanted a K, Fra ‘, and now only revenue
Before he spoke, now he does not do it
Tori ‘La Cité, Zatla alla Deca’
And Moroccan, ueh
And it is in the tour, ah
He smokes and sells, Kho, Ah, already in the morning, eh
And Moroccan, eh
And is in the tour
He smokes and sells, Kho, Yeh, already from the morning
And I only dress, only survivors
Brindo in Quartier until the septs
Smoke, deaf to all the problèmes
Why Keta ‘, Maka’
It is me and you, nique la misère
Survette, La Playa, Copacabana
We are iniеeme, there is no madama
You know, money, friar ‘, calls me
Halo, ready, I call the cachica
She wants the world
And takes pictures with the Casquette
And she keeps the money in the clutch bag
Money in the clutch bag, run out of the misère
I only think of the money, euros and drugs there in the Cler
And I only dress, only survivors
Brindo in Quartier until the septs
Smoke, deaf to all the problèmes
Why Keta ‘, Maka’
It is me and you, nique la misère
Survette, La Playa, Copacabana
We are together, there is no madama
You know, money, friar ‘, calls me
Ah, ah-ah
Survette, La Playa, Copacabana
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
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Kassimi Lyrics – Copacabana