TREMA English Translation Lyrics by Night Skinny
Tedua, at one-eighty I don’t brake
My crew is here, you tremble
I want to see you on the ground
I want to eat you for dinner
In my block, Saint Laurent, we are the angels of heaven
From Rabat, I bring the hash, like that zero, zero
Your stuff doesn’t hit; maybe it’s your DJ getting old
I don’t sleep with that bitch; she wrote to both Tony and Sfera
I win because I stayed true, I made it
Since I didn’t even have a euro in my denim
Today when you call me, I wonder: “Where were you?”
I withdraw cash from my six-figure account
But don’t ask me how you do it
You write your lyrics with AI
I carry Gs in my jeans
I buy a yacht, return to the block, and shout
Tedua, at one-eighty I don’t brake
My crew is here, you tremble
I want to see you on the ground
I want to eat you for dinner
Zzala, I still have one foot on the street
The other accelerates a Pana
My pen is your sentence
My mood is black, Balenciaga
GMT, GLC, black like a funeral
Hold on, it’s TNT when you hear me speak
I don’t watch Mare Fuori; I love Romanzo Criminale
Her pussy is a cave, but I’ve got Bin Laden’s dick
Rappers like Twin Towers, they pretend I didn’t win
They love me and hate me; they know I have no filter
On your neck, bro, for me, it’s fake gold
My Js eight-five
Push it to the limit
If I think about Jim Belushi’s life, I have more delusions, believe it
I toast to your defeat at Cipriani, two Bellinis
I wear a dolcevita even if I’m not Fellini
You call
Zzala, I still have one foot on the street
The other accelerates a Pana
My pen is your sentence
My mood is black, Balenciaga
Tedua, at one-eighty I don’t brake
My crew is here, you tremble
I want to see you on the ground
I want to eat you for dinner