Sfera Ebbasta - Calcolatrici (English translation)

Sfera Ebbasta – Calcolatrici

English translation

English

Translation

Calculators

I go around Secondigliano, with jewelry on me (Brr)

Kids near my house at the park they play football-tennis (Brr)

I threw two salaries on a stripper’s ass

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

Watches on my wrist bought them only on the price list

I remember when I was a kid they made fun of me

Now everyone respects me, bro, everywhere I am

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

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

In Spain he took it a two, here it’ll turn a six

Maths from street, we’re calculators

Dirty money then clean inside bar washing machines

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

I know that, if it ends bad, you’ll call the cops

Here you need balls, but you are faggot

I ask you please if you get out of here

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

You don’t find the balls when you loose them under here

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

The Rolex doesn’t save you, but the Kalash saves you

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

You don’t find the balls when you loose them under here

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

The Rolex doesn’t save you, but the Kalash saves you

Yeah

Here they do headstones before you die

I live where they do robberies inside cars for a bit

The panorama is grey, also the Panamera

There is the one in the suitcase has it and sweats

The father at 41 encourages the son: "Good boy, study"

Hustle, a brother breaks down and reassembles like a puzzle

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

Oh stupid, don’t talk like that, you know that we rule potholes just like waffles

Richard Mille in the right, shines for the left

Enormous deal, inside the springs you don’t fit them, inside the local i don’t dance

But I go there for a set and a collection attached all the necklaces to me of all the rappers, but

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

You don’t find the balls when you loose them under here

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

The Rolex doesn’t save you, but the Kalash saves you

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

You don’t find the balls when you loose them under here

You don’t have balls, nah, nah

The Rolex doesn’t save you, but the Kalash saves you

You don’t have ba—

Hey

The streets, the truth, ah

Baby Gang, Gang

Oh, oh, ah, ah

Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang

Hood, ghetto, band, I buy a pound to the d-d and I sell it (Uoh)

Hello, ready, I hear, even they are hearing us (Uoh, uoh)

Hood, quick, be careful, Kalashnikov in the apartment (Uoh)

Four-four, behind sese and Falchi are chasing us (Uoh, uoh)

Guys, guys, go down, bring the *click-clack* bring the Kalash

Nokia, Blackberry, I’m with two niggas, all Burberry, all Versace

I don’t shake hands with the infamous, I shake your hand for deals

Kisses and hugs, say bye to your loved ones, dicks and decks, fuck you lookin—

The fuck are you looking? Don’t declare me war if you don’t have weapons (Uoh)

White coco, bandit (Uoh, uoh, uoh), I detail it all in grams (Grams)

Do-don’t panic (Uoh) if I go around with loaded irons (Uoh)

I go in the the woods and I unload them (Uoh), poto, I already know where you live—

Italian, Neapolitan

Original lyrics

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