Sfera Ebbasta – Calcolatrici Lyrics

Calcolatrici

Gionata Boschetti (Sfera Ebbasta)

SFERA EBBASTA CALCOLATRICI DETAILS

Sfera Ebbasta Calcolatrici Lyrics. Calcolatrici Song Sung By Italian Rapper And Singer Artist Gionata Boschetti (Sfera Ebbasta) On Digital X2VR Album. Sfera Ebbasta Calcolatrici Is Italian Pop Song Labelled By Island Records. Sfera Ebbasta Calcolatrici Music Italian And English Lyrics Released In November 17, 2023.

SFERA EBBASTA CALCOLATRICI INFO

Song : Calcolatrici

Artist : Gionata Boschetti (Sfera Ebbasta)

Album : X2VR (2023)

Genre : Pop

Language : Italian

Translation : English

Label : Island Records

Release Date : 2023.11.17

SFERA EBBASTA CALCOLATRICI ITALIAN LYRICS

Giro per Secondigliano con addosso i gioielli (Brr)

Bimbi sotto casa, al parco, giocano a calcio tennis (Brr)

Ho tirato due stipendi sul culo di una stripper

Ma non l’ho postato, sennò so che poi te la prendi (Money Gang)

Orologi sul mio polso presi solo a listino

Mi ricordo da piccino mi prendevano in giro

Ora ho il rispetto di tutti, fra’, dovunque mi trovo

Perché sono ancora vero anche se sono famoso

E mio fratello è nel traffico anche più di un guard rail

In Spagna l’ha presa a due, qua la girerà a sei

Matematica di strada, siamo calcolatrici

Soldi sporchi, poi puliti dentro bar lavatrici

Ho fratelli, no amici, ho nemici, no opps

So che se si farà brutta poi tu chiamerai i cops

Qua ti servono i cojones, ma tu sei un maricón

Te lo chiedo, per favore, se ti togli da ngopp

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Nun ‘e truove ‘e palle quanno e pierde cca abbascio

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Nun te salva ‘o Rolex ma te salva ‘o Kalash

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Non trovi le palle se le pardi ca abbascio

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Non ti salva un Rolex, qua ti salva un Kalash

Yeah

Ca fanno ‘e lapidi, primma ca muore

Abito addò fanno e rapine ‘int’ê machine pe’ poco

‘O panorama è grigio, ‘o Panamera pure

Sta chi ‘int’â valigia tene chello ‘e sura

‘O pate a 41 incoraggia ‘o figlio: “Bravo, studia”

Hustle, nu frate scompone e ricompone comme ‘o puzzle

Money in the grave, in the game, did the hustle

O scè, nu parlà accussì, o saje ca te regnimmo ‘e buchi proprio comme ‘o waffle

Richard Mille ngopp’ô destro, brillo p’ô sinistro

Dille n’om dint’ê molle nun ce vanno

‘Int’ô locale nun ce ballo

Ma ce vaco pe’ nu set e cu l’incasso m’accatto

Tutte ‘e cullane ‘e ‘sti rapper, cu ‘e cullane però

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Nun ‘e truove ‘e palle quanno e pierde ca abbascio

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Nun te salva ‘o Rolex ma te salva ‘o Kalash

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Non trovi le palle se le pardi ca abbascio

Nn’tiene cojones, nah, nah

Non ti salva un Rolex, qua ti salva un Kalash

Nn’tiene cojo-

Ehi

La rue, la vrai, ah

Baby Gang, Gang

Pow, pow, pow

Ah

Gang-gang-gang-gang

Ah

Hood, ghetto, bando, compro un etto al dd lo vendo (Uoh)

Halo, pronto, sento, pure loro ci stanno sentendo

Hood, svelto, attento, Kalashnikov nell’appartamento

Quatre-quatre, dietro

Sese e falchi ci stanno inseguendo

Guagliù, guagliù, scendi abbascio

Porta il f-, porta i Kalash

Nokia, Blackberry

Sto con due negri

Tutto Burberry, tutto Versace

Non stringo la mano agli infami

Ti stringo la mano per affari

Baci e abbracci, saluta i cari

Cazzi e mazzi, cazzo ti gu-

Cazzo guardi, non dichiararmi guerra se non hai armi (Uoh)

White coco bandit, la dettaglio tutta in grammi (Grammi)

Non-non impanicarti se giro coi ferri carichi (Uoh)

Nel bosco vado e li scarico

Poto, so già dove a-

SFERA EBBASTA CALCOLATRICI ENGLISH LYRICS

Tour around Secondigliano wearing jewels (Brr)

Children outside the house, in the park, play football tennis (Brr)

I threw two paychecks on a stripper’s ass

But I didn’t post it, otherwise I know you’ll take it (Money Gang)

Watches on my wrist taken only from the price list

I remember when I was little they made fun of me

Now I have the respect of everyone, bro, wherever I am

Because I’m still real even though I’m famous

And my brother is in traffic even more than a guard rail

In Spain he took it at two, here he will turn it at six

Street math, we are calculators

Dirty money, then cleaned inside washing machine bars

I have brothers, no friends, I have enemies, no opps

I know if it gets bad then you’ll call the cops

Here you need cojones, but you are a maricón

I ask you, please, if you get off ngopp

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

I don’t find any balls when I leave my foot

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

Rolex doesn’t save you but Kalash saves you

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

You won’t find your balls if you lose them

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

A Rolex doesn’t save you, here a Kalash saves you

Yeah

They make gravestones before he dies

Dress where they do and robberies ‘int’ê machine for little

‘Either panorama is grey, ‘or Panamera too

It is who ‘int’â suitcase keeps chello ‘and sura

‘O pate a 41 encourages ‘o son: “Good, study”

Hustle, a brother breaks down and reassembles like a puzzle

Money in the grave, in the game, did the hustle

Come on, don’t speak here, or know that we reigned ‘and holes just like waffles

Richard Mille ngopp’ô right, ngopp’ô left

Tell her they don’t go there

‘Int’ô local I don’t dance

But I’m going to set and I’ll get the proceeds

All these rappers, but all these rappers

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

I don’t find any balls when I drop my foot

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

Rolex doesn’t save you but Kalash saves you

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

You won’t find your balls if you lose them

He doesn’t have cojones, nah, nah

A Rolex doesn’t save you, here a Kalash saves you

It doesn’t hold cojo-

Hey

The street, you will see it, ah

Baby Gang, Gang

Pow, pow, pow

Ah

Gang-gang-gang-gang

Ah

Hood, ghetto, ban, I buy a pound a day I sell it (Uoh)

Halo, ready, I hear, they’re hearing us too

Hood, quick, careful, Kalashnikov in the apartment

Quatre-quatre, behind

Sese and falcons are chasing us

Guagliù, guagliù, come down, abbasso

Bring the f—, bring the Kalash

Nokia, Blackberry

I’m with two black men

All Burberry, all Versace

I don’t shake hands with the infamous

I shake your hand on business

Kisses and hugs, say goodbye to loved ones

Cocks and cocks, fuck you gu-

Fuck look, don’t declare war on me if you don’t have weapons (Uoh)

White coco bandit, the detail all in grams (Grams)

Don’t-don’t panic if I walk around with loaded irons (Uoh)

I go into the woods and unload them

Poto, I already know where to-