CARRARA English Translation Lyrics by Tony Effe
Hundred thousand, I furnish the house, white marble bathroom from Carrara
I like to act like a diva, my watch face is green like an olive
I pre-prep the flour, bring me that coffee, Moulinex blends, then I mix it
Sixteen years old, the first lay, I thought about money before the pussy
Hundred thousand, I furnish the house, white marble bathroom from Carrara
I like to act like a diva, my watch face is green like an olive
I pre-prep the flour, bring me that coffee, Moulinex blends, then I mix it
Sixteen years old, the first lay, I thought about money before the pussy
When I come back to the area, it’s a party (it’s a party), fireworks from the square (ah, ah)
Stores close like it’s Easter, Sosa’s back (eh), the bamba’s back (yeah, yeah)
Moricca attacks if you talk bad (grr), it eats you when I say “Eat up” (go, go)
I’m the cocaine in Italy (cocaine), I’m the wolf that eats the goat
Audemars Jumbo, flat face, yeah, I’m a real brute (grr-pow)
The Tony who serves, the impulsive one, the one who gets you out of trouble (the Tony who serves)
Full of rocks like in Carrara, merchandise arrives with the ships (full of rocks)
I educate all the boys in the square (woah, woah) like I’m their mom (Sosa)
Hundred thousand, I furnish the house, white marble bathroom from Carrara
I like to act like a diva, my watch face is green like an olive
Tony Wonderful, pieces look like cocoa beans
A-a Guadapé I pass by Pablo, yellow cocaine like the Seleção
Hundred thousand, I furnish the house, white marble bathroom from Carrara
I like to act like a diva, my watch face is green like an olive
I pre-prep the flour, bring me that coffee, Moulinex blends, then I mix it
Sixteen years old, the first lay, I thought about money before the pussy
I sold dime bags under the arcades, first robbery done at 14
At 17 I collected casings, I ate and lived off junkies’ money
You make stories with airsoft guns, you deserve beatings
I play you like playing the piano, without even pulling the nine from my boxers
Two years ago I would’ve taken that bust down from you, I eat you, you’re toast
Don’t play gangster, you’re a down, boy, don’t play boss
You live on gossip like TikTokers, you live on TikTok (Tok)
I live ghetto, tracksuit mode Lacoste, Moroccan on a red Ferrari
No-I’ll never go bankrupt, don’t act like a fool with me
You come back without pants or underwear, damn, you’re a rat, living in sewers (ba-ba-baing)
Grow some balls, I cooked crack with the bums (with the bums, ba-ba-baing)
I disassembled Kalashnikovs like a Somali
Hundred thousand, I furnish the house, white marble bathroom from Carrara
I like to act like a diva, my watch face is green like an olive
I pre-prep the flour, bring me that coffee, Moulinex blends, then I mix it
Sixteen years old, the first lay, I thought about money before the pussy