Lyrics:
I wanna make you mine girl
Love is blind girl, PT3
Tell me what's your sign girl
Lil Sacci Killa' Damn you so fine girl
Fresh pair of boots 3000
to day i run it (gang, gang)
Day to day she pop it hoe
Day to day she comin' hoe
Sacci (sacci)
Loaded (loaded),
Jenny (jenny) lawrance
Diamonds
back and with my meanie (Sacci, Sacci)
Eat a dick, we gon' pull up in a minute (Slatt, Skrtt)
How we pick up, uh
Pick up and we make it bigger, uh
Pull
SAPIMM CHIU’ PIGLIA’
LASSAMMESE ACCUSSI’, NUN M TIENE A PENZA’ CHIU’
TANT(O) ‘O SACCI(O) BUONO CA E’ PUR(E) CHELLO CA VUO’ TU
‘O SENT DINT’O CORE CA STA
outta sight
Now that I pay myself double the fees
We hit the club it's a hunnid degrees
We gets it lit with the palm trees
Double it up with the sacci
bitch, I'm looking good
Nothing but diamonds around neck and around my wrist, I'm looking good
Doubles breasted tailor made, I'm Sacci'd down to the flow
money
You know the fucking vibe
Sacci baby
I like cash
Blue Benjamins big stacks
Big body whips hit the gas
See the cops then we do the dash
I don’t like
lacrem'e zucchere
E io sacci'o pecche'
Tu schiava e te
Ma regina pe mme'
Malaterra si lacrem'e zucchere
E io sacci'o pecche'
Malaterra si lacrem'e
and fades, and ride 4's and blades
Looking laid in the 'Sacci, or the Gucci shades
[E.S.G.]
Candy red smash, syrup make you lean fast
19 with screens,
denudantur, Quidam ibi vestiuntur, quidam saccis induuntur. Ibi nullus timet mortem,
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem:
primo pro nummata vini;
ex hac bibunt
denedantur,
Quidam ibi vestiuntur,
Quidam saccis induuntur.
Ibi nullus timet mortem,
Sed pro Bacho mittunt sortem:
Когда сидишь в родной таверне,
Не пойдешь
his quidam denudantur,
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis induuntur;
ibi nullus timet mortem,
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem.
7liwa kif casa kif bariz
3arf rassi ashnu saawi
Kander mezzika umashi dawi khawi
Bkit ela mdinty li shab3ana tnaawi
Sacci fdehri tana ghadi u naaawi
Bash
Čurák kurvo Teodor
Dolce gucci sacci, půl kila nestačí
Děvko dělej hačí, pičo co se na mě mračíš
Mý kluci to točí, na streetu mám noční
Nevidíš ten swag
denudantur,
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis induuntur.
ibi nullus timet mortem,
said pro Baccho mittunt sortem.
a second
Second place no option
Driving buck 50 while I'm smoking awesome
Sacci' on the shirt
Babe you know its purp
Supreme with that flash
Gucci with
Children of the ghetto
Couple niggas upping metal
Let it sing like falsetto
Sacci frames on my face
I don't wanna catch a case
I be dripping like the rain
win their clothes
quidam saccis induuntur. some are dressed in sacks
Ibi nullus timet mortem here
denudantur
Quidam ibi vestiuntur
Quidam saccis induuntur
Ibi nullus timet mortem
Sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem
Primo: pro nummata vini
Ex hac bibunt libertini
pasci
Re cche' te 'mpicci
Tu re cche' te 'mpacci
Si po' t'appicci
Ppe' nienti o ppe' va sacci
Ma te 'mpillicci
Ti criri e non t'affacci
Re cche te 'mpicci
Moet, Sacci set now a Vette
Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway
Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways
Independent women, should I say franchise
up a bubble twin
Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris
Everybody know, we do it just like this
Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades
We gon'
stop
Watching hoes bop, cause we on that glass
C.B. crawling, yeah I got on my mask
With my Sacci locs, ready to let my pistol smoke
Cause up in the C,
Moet, Sacci set now a Vette
Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway
Yellow bone on my side, sitting sideways
Independent women, should I say franchise
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