Wlkm2mi: Translations in English and Lyrics - Bassi Maestro

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Lyrics of Wlkm2mi
by Bassi Maestro

Benvenuti a Milano-oh
Uo-oh-oh


Ah, benvenuti nella scena, bro, la terra trema
Tutti muti non appena scendo con la crema
Sopra ai muri chi è che c'era lo sai a malapena
Tu non duri dopocena, non hai un flow Regal
Dammi quattro pinte bianche, quattro whisky lisci
Dopo quattro finte bionde coi capelli lisci
Voi e le vostre finte banche, frate' ti svilisci
Godo quando sgancio bombe, are you smelling this shit?
Dini baby, vieni e veni, vidi, vici
Tu nasci ieri, fate i seri, mini miti
Mille spese, fine mese poi non puoi pagarle
Milanese, sputo barre ma col flow di Harlem


Oh, mi hai visto in faccia?
Fra' non è giornata
Mentre parli sto in aereo per un'altra data
Sto skippando te e i tuoi messaggi subliminali
Fra' sei la mia brutta copia, sei Supreme Italia
Questi c'hanno il grano e fan gli avanzi di galera
Si meritano nei piatti avanzi di galera
Ficcano a destra e a sinistra, ma chi cazzo sei?
Mi domando se c'hai il cazzo come in Training Day
Ehi, oggi non parlarmi, no, manco da fan
Profumo di figa addosso, fra' Pacchio Rabanne
Li faccio gialli, verdi, viola, a volte pure in nero
Cambia un po' da sei zeri a sei zero

Benvenuti cosa, torna a casa pure
Riscrivo il nome della rosa sulle rasature
Vivo la magia del nero senza le fatture
Mamma con la magia nera manda le fatture
Ti apre la testa il cellulare, fra' è troppo caldo
Mangia le cellule di Langerhans come Aldo
Il tuo rapper pacco ti rappa jingle
Tamarrando mi mangio la scena, tamarindo
Ogni barra chiusa fra' è una bara chiusa
Faccio Zarathustra con 'sta zarra tusa
Milano è un angelo di spine fine, epinefrina
Lascio a loro Gucci, a noi Guccini ma ci uccide prima



Non potete fottere con Rella, questo sembra claro
Dove appena entri spendi mezzo palo
Porti gli onesti guaglioni e tu
Tu mi chiami Frida da quanti ne calo
Faccio gli omaggi di casa
Nel senso che senza l'omaggio resti fuori caro
Una bottiglia grande come il Naviglio Grande
Ora che sono grande mi dici 'Sei il capo'
Sono scuola Club Dogo zio perciò rappo e tu bravo
Se mi chiama Davide schizzo in studio
Senti la mia roba e fai uno schizzo in studio
Segnati 'sto nome zio e vaffancu-
E poi ti dico: 'Benvenuti a Milano'

Diavoli in coro, il pubblico ammutolito
Capo in giro col capello moro, call me Ludovico
LK flow che mangia la tensione, tu
Sei la pappa nella pancia del biscione blu
Combinazioni, gemelli Derrick
Grossi coi ferri, girano il coffee, fratelli Verri
Legend Soprani, le barre sotto ai soprabiti
Solo tessuti urbani, sappiamo fra' dove abiti
Se ti disso sono bombe sullo scarafaggio
Da Milano luci e ombre come il Caravaggio
Sporco il paradiso in battaglia
Il Duomo che ti arriva in pieno viso, Tartaglia


A Milano sbirri muti se hai una canna grande
Ai miei live urlano 'bomba' come Ariana Grande
Nella city sento freddo tipo sauna aperta
A una certa parlo con lei solo se c'ha una terza
Per le notti amare Smeezy c'ha la Grey
Voi di notte con le gole amare, bro in che para' sei?
Dentro l'auto a fumare in sei
Siamo in alto, la mia clique dei, voi dei pigmei
Parlo poco, non intendo, dico 'oui'
No non gioco, no Nintendo tipo Wii
A Milano siamo i capi perciò fammi la
Cortesia di cercare lavoro tipo al Famila

Translation in English of the Song
Wlkm2mi by Bassi Maestro

Welcome to Milan-oh
Uo-oh-oh


Ah, welcome to the scene, bro, the earth is shaking
All dumb as soon as I get off with the cream
Above the walls you barely know who was there
You don't last after dinner, you don't have a Regal flow
Give me four white pints, four straight whiskeys
After four fake blondes with straight hair
You and your fake banks, friar you demean
I enjoy when I drop bombs, are you smelling this shit?
Dini baby, come and go, I saw, close
You were born yesterday, be serious, mini myths
A thousand expenses, then you can't pay them at the end of the month
Milanese, I spit bars but with the Harlem flow


Oh , have you seen my face?
It's not a day in between
While you're talking I'm on the plane for another date
I'm skipping you and your subliminal messages
Between 'you are mine draft, you are Supreme Italia
These have the grain and fan leftovers from jail
They deserve leftovers in jail in the dishes
They stick left and right, but who the fuck s e?
I wonder if you have a dick like in Training Day
Hey, don't talk to me today, no, I'm not a fan
Scent of pussy on you, fra 'Pacchio Rabanne
I make them yellow, green, purple, sometimes even black
Change a little from six zeros to six zero

Welcome what, come home as well
I rewrite the name of the Pink on shaving
I experience the magic of black without the bills
Mom with black magic sends the bills
The phone opens your head, it's too hot between you
Eat cells by Langerhans as Aldo
Your pack rapper rappa jingle
Tamarrando I eat the scene, tamarind
Every bar closed between 'is a closed coffin
I do Zarathustra con' sta zarra tusa
Milan is an angel of fine thorns, epinephrine
I leave Gucci to them, to us Guccini but it kills us first



You can't fuck with Rella, this seems clear
Where as soon as you enter you spend half a pole
Bring the honest guaglioni and you
You call me Frida from those who fall
Fac that is the homages of home
In the sense that without the homage you remain out dear
A bottle as big as the Naviglio Grande
Now that I'm big you tell me 'You are the boss'
School Club Dogo Uncle so I rap and you good
If Davide calls me I sketch in the studio
Feel my stuff and make a sketch in the studio
Write down this name uncle and fuck you
And then I tell you: 'Welcome to Milan'

Devils in chorus, the audience speechless
Capo around with dark hair, call me Ludovico
LK flow that eats tension, you
You are the jelly in the belly of the blue snake
Combinations, Derrick twins
Big with irons, turn the coffee, Verri brothers
Legend Soprani, the bars under the overcoats
Only urban fabrics, we know where you live between
If I tell you it's bombs on the cockroach
From Milan lights and shadows like Caravaggio
Dirty heaven in battle
The Duomo that you comes in full face, Tartaglia


In Milan, mute cops if you have a joint big
At my live they scream 'bomb' like Ariana Grande
In the city I feel cold like an open sauna
I only talk to a certain woman if she has a third
For the nights love Smeezy has the Gray
You at night with bitter throats, bro in which para 'are you?
Inside the car smoking in six
We are high up, my clique dei , you pygmies
I speak little, I don't mean, I say 'oui'
No I don't play, no Nintendo Wii type
In Milan we are the bosses so please do me
Courtesy to look for work like at the Famila

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The song "Wlkm2mi" was written by Lazza, Lanz Khan, Pepito Rella, Jack The Smoker, Bassi Maestro e Axos. The label is "Com Era Records". Support the authors and labels behind its creation by purchasing it if you like.

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Wlkm2mi: Translations and Lyrics - Bassi Maestro

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