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letra de or (english traduction) - enima

[lyrics of “or”]

[chorus]
hands made for gold, they’re in diamonds
you’re the groom, i’m the lover, for his ass, i don’t vouch
hands made for gold, they’re in diamonds
it’s still the same as before
i count and i avoid mister the agent
hands made for gold, they are in diamonds’
it’s not in my glass, when i tell you about ice
hands made for gold, but they’re in diamonds’
it’s not in my glass, when i’m talking about ice

[verse 1]
i only like my mom and the pay from streams
my heart is not made for thongs
i lost everything except self-esteem
the little actors dodge us
i drеam of an eskimo b-tch who is not afraid of anything
lower and raise the curtains, you’rе not fed up my guy
fifty thousand wrist, i shake your hand with an e class (b-tch)
even at school i was at the bottom, but i was not the last of the class
no taboo like dave chappelle, the trap is the casa del papel
we lose the case, we appeal
i didn’t sign, i created the label
created the label, independent, i’m not a godsend
his mother the music, i’m not renaud, nor beethoven
i have coco, i have bad b-tches with collagen
[chorus]
hands made for gold, they’re in diamonds
you’re the groom, i’m the lover, for his ass, i don’t vouch
hands made for gold, they’re in diamonds
it’s still the same as before
i count and i avoid mister the agent
hands made for gold, they are in diamonds’
it’s not in my glass, when i tell you about ice
hands made for gold, but they’re in diamonds’
it’s not in my glass, when i tell you about ice
[verse 2]
rappers got zero, they talk about zeros, commas, zeros, hey
you showed guns, you never shot, you’re not a hero, hey
i don’t even look at what is being said, what is happening
in the rap we talk, in the street we shut
lean to heal all my wounds
it’s not me, you like the money, baby
i go into exile in africa like the alchemist
she snorted coke like a mountaineer (ah-ah-ah)
she believes in god and in me, she is polytheist
we stole the rich, counted the price, tamed the vices
f-ck the lobbies, i’m not afraid of cancel
always charged like a duracell battery
paid trip, toronto-mirabel
i buy metal like an old junkyard
i smoke the cali ‘that happens to us from elsewhere (happens to us from elsewhere)
i’m in front of the game and i’m the bouncer
[chorus]
hands made for gold, they’re in diamonds
you’re the groom, i’m the lover, for his ass, i don’t vouch
hands made for gold, they’re in diamonds
it’s still the same as before
i count and i avoid mister the agent
hands made for gold, they are in diamonds’
it’s not in my glass, when i tell you about ice
hands made for gold, but they’re in diamonds’
it’s not in my glass, when i tell you about ice

- enima

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