Corrección Letra Marracash - SPORT + muscoli (RMX) par Taxi B

Featuring(s) : Lazza, Paky, Luche, Taxi B (english translation)

Regreso

Letra

Sport, sport, sport, sport

Ah
I make money as a sport
With the phone in my hand, I count the Euros from there
This show is so crowded
It looks like the final of Europa League
I'm uncensored
I write the f**k I want, bro, like T9
I'm two years ahead of the rap scene, I will die at 29
I've got myself a room (uh)
So I can hook up with her for two hours (ah)
She wants me to pay for her boobs ( oh, no)
I'd like to pay her a doctor (ah)
My brother has a piece of weed (weed)
Vacuum-sealed, bro, inside his zipper (zipper)
He brings it to you, bro, riding a Zip (zip)
Bro, it's so compressed that it look like it's .zip (mob)
Don't ever say my name if you say it bad (no)
You last just a season when you win a talent show (ah)
You haven't the right physique, bro, to do this sh*t (no, no)
And that's not 'cause everything is digital (oh)
The crumbs have never been enough for me (ah)
And that's why I'm in the front row (ah)
And they told me that if you know what you're worth (ah)
You'll never know greed in your life (no)
This babe is more fake than her silicon boobs
She's just acting, Brigitte Bardot
Two stripes, Virgil Abloh
She just wants to have fun, like Cyndi Lauper (uh)
You thought I was a Saint but you got it all wrong, I'm the devil (bleah)
And tonight I thrust so hard that tomorrow we could maybe find oil (uh, uh)

I run because the time is running, tick-tock (uoh)
I want to impose my rules, diktat
A hundred thousand euros inside an Invicta
Best rapper alive, in Ita'
I delivered snow for the company with a sled (ah)
Yeah, few girls in this rap game
Even if I count a lot of rappers
I wait for your bank account to grow, then I touch it
'Cause it is not a**** yet (uh)
I'm a beast on the ring
I cut your face just like the zipper on a jacket
You see? The cash is dancing inside my pocket
I have a rave inside my jeans
She stays overnight, Airbnb*t*h (hahaha)
And if I call you, run around my thugs
They scrape the scale just like in curling, the accounts are right
"Who let you in?", asks the body'
I answer: "The money"
A plug names her daughter Molly
That's a great pun (a great pun, bro)
The hood celebrates me (celebrates)
Criminals on my Telegram, darkness
From house made with eternit
Eggs Benedict
I calculate the benefits that this gives me (gives me)
Everyone who loved me disappeared (yeah)
Everyone who tried to hurt me regretted it (yeah)
I score the clutch goal in the match (yeah)
Your girlfriend is my favorite sport

Bro, you know, my car is sport
Your girl is sport
Don't try to be a G or a Don, that's not your sport
My Louis Vui' is sport, my GT is sport
If I'm on the beat, we're playing a different sport

I've seen both good and bad things, fast, ah
I'm trending both on Spoti' and on YouTube
You hold me tight if I run fast, ah
I've got what she sees on Hollywood movies
I never liked sports
Now I count them up and I work out my arms
Now I do like sports, eh
Now that's better, yeah, yeah, that's better, ah
Baby, tell your boyfriend you're not gonna see him again, ah, ah
I f**ked her in the garage, she liked my TMAX, ah, ah
She thinks I care about her
That I'm gonna buy her this and that
She was just a f**k, now on the beat of SPORT
And you know I smoke pure weed, I take it from a kilogram
Even if there's a crisis, you know, there is no weed around
I entered and I escaped, I didn't ever go to the cashier (okay)
May God a**ist you, bro
Today I'm pretty p*ssed off (okay)

Now I'm in Champions League
But my goal is the first place
She tells me: "I would jump from the Grand Canyon"
Oh my God, I don't even know her
I open my arms then I step aside, yeah (ah)
The haters are out of shape, eh (okay)
They've got something to say about my accent, eh (hey)
They borrowed my style from me, eh (hey)
Bro, if you kill me, we're even, eh (uoh)
I don't trust you if you tell me: "Trust me" (no)
My bros sprint like they're at the Olympics (okay)
My checks are maxi papers (hey)
I f**ked her until the taxi came, yeah
I've gotta slalom between these b*t*hes
They're saying that I am the father (okay)
El Presidente in this league, I have a groupie team
That's a close-knit group (uoh)
Every week for me it's like Fashion Week (week)
I escape this rap scene just like Brexit (hey)
For you she's the prettiest one, like Jolie (okay)
But I'll make her leave me like Brad Pitt (uoh, uoh)
I bet during the day, I bet during the night
On ants with screwed up legs
On fat people that miss their train
And on b*t*hes that chase me (uh)
I've got Napoli practicing in my backyard (okay, okay)
I've got your favorite rapper in my scope (okay, okay)
Hey, out of the choir, I've got ten Ballons d'or in my pocket (uoh)
She thought that she was at the stadium, she was just in my closet

I-I-I asked Marra: "Can you write some bars for sport?" (gang)
I got to look like Trainspotting, ah (yah)
I spent more than a thousand on some scottish, eh
Ta-ta-taxi
Ah, a G, you? (Ah)
The f**k are you talking about, you're just half a man, boy (boy)
Every song I make my bank account grows up
I eliminated any dead weight, f**k

You know, my car is sport
You're girl is sport
Don't try to be a G or a Don, that's not your sport
My Louis Vui' is sport, my GT is sport
If I'm on the beat, we play a different sport
I kill as a sport

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