ENTRO NEL POSTO English Translation Lyrics by Night Skinny
I have the phone for accounting movements (Ah, ah)
Everyone’s gnawing while I’m in the stands
You’ve got a nice house; I wonder when you’re leaving (Ah, ah)
We walk in ten hooded, looks like we’re throwing a party (Ah)
She opens her legs for me like the Jordan symbol
I put a little bit in and press it well; look how it rises
You always point the finger at us; seems like you’re counting
Everyone wants to know the next move
Sometimes I think understanding you makes no sense (Good)
I mixed four into one; it makes no sense (Good)
Sometimes I think I shouldn’t say what I think (Good)
Because now it’s weird; they want to keep up with me
Real G.O.A.T. from the ’90s, I put an infamy at ninety
With your friends, it looks like Friends because I make them dance
What I’m saying, I make a grimace, bags inside the mail (Whoa)
Today I’m feeling good; I leave a hundred euros to a junkie (Ah)
You’re looking in the wrong place because she’s from here
She’s a bitch from school
Too many thoughts, I fill my cup
With my brother, I have a promise
I enter the place; I’m making it snow
For the Players Club, you can’t enter
We throw water on these bitches who are already wet
You want a beat from Skinny, but you don’t know how to use it
I enter the place; I’m making it snow
For the Players Club, you can’t enter
We throw water on these bitches who are already wet
You want a beat from Skinny, but you don’t know how to use it
Yeah, I take a hit; I shit myself
Iron in my underwear, looks like I have a big dick
I get moved even if the video is in slow motion
I take an acid; datamoshing kicks in
I grew up among toxic delinquents
Many were both: delinquents and toxic
We eat raw fish; it costs double your budget
They did it with the ketch; he was charged with attempted mass murder
No one does grow boxes; for me, it’s a minimum of an acre
They don’t count the money; they weigh it
When I’m in Taranto, I can’t act rich
Because in Puglia, they kidnap the rich at a certain point
I enter the place; it smells like a setup
A thousand bars, I never said a bullshit
Iron shines, your bitch is now tanned
Players Club, I don’t see anything else around
I enter the place; I’m making it snow
For the Players Club, you can’t enter
We throw water on these bitches who are already wet
You want a beat from Skinny, but you don’t know how to use it
I enter the place; I’m making it snow
For the Players Club, you can’t enter
We throw water on these bitches who are already wet
You want a beat from Skinny, but you don’t know how to use it
I have twenty chains on, I enter and make it snow
On the ground, I’m levitating, mixing sourdough
Vodka or water, baby, I’m struggling to breathe
From the traphouse, now I’m already at the third house
Baby, wake up; you need to hurry, there’s a new concert
Millionaire, the boss of myself, talk to me about pesos
I don’t come; she came in a second and fell asleep on my bed
This life is a game, and we don’t accept a draw
I only roll with the dawgs; we’re a three-headed devil
Only with the G.O.A.T.s, but we don’t follow the flock
My brother is still the boss; you don’t see him, you don’t hear him
Never reveal the moves, or they’ll be quicker
I’m paranoid; there’s no load
My bro solves it, so they keep doing it
I’ve never settled for two pennies, the show goes on
I wait for my turn; I don’t envy anyone else