Lyrics:
(crack)
Non fottiamo col giro (no)
Abbiamo Louis e Fendi perché siamo il giro
Perché, baby, facciamo 'sti soldi neri
Sai che non parlo con i colleghi
(A-A-AriBeatz)
Giacomo, Giacomo
Si ripete: "C'est la vie"
Non ha contanti né Louis V
Sognava un volo diretto a Paris
Sotto i palazzi hanno
odiano la Dark, odiano la trap
Ci vogliono morti, prima erano fan
Le tipe vanno fuori quando rappa Pyrex Baby (seh)
Le faccio cantare come Katy Perry
Fendi o Louis V
Tu hai il cervello e non lo usi, non lo usi
Non ti conto come enemy, sei una basic bitch
Sei una pussy parli alla police, quindi levati
Anders word ik een Hannibal Lecter
Helemaal gek daar
Yes mag de mic wat harder alsjeblief
Want die beat hoor ik teringhard en dat bevalt me prima
Iets
fiori per San Valentine
Lei veste BAPE e a volte Chanel
Prada, Louis, Gucci e tacchi Louboutin
Con stile se entro in boutique
Compro nuovi pants di
conto
Penso alla bella vita da un po' (da un po')
Non parlo, non mi scordo (scordo)
Foto nelle tendenze, prima notti nelle caserme
No, non mi scordo
pool, prima stavo nel car-wash
Entro a Bale e poi a Louis V, cazzo, non me ne fotte un cazzo, uh
Diamanti sulla croce, mezzo del Novanta cabrio
Case
states are dandy, so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota, where the rippling waters fall
No
to know I'm heavyweight
My .45 compliment the Louis, I'm forever straight
I was grindin' on the steps just to make a profit
I was tryna get a check, I'm
years enjoy it while they still here
I know the rules of the streets you abide by
But now I got my love creepin' on a drive by
No Love, not letting go
No
I'm drifting away
Without you by my side
Got you on my mind
I cannot lie
I'm drifting away
Without you by my side
I can't deny
You take me high
I'm
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
(Hit him with a headshot, with his stankin' ass)
Ayo
(Griselda) fuck these niggas, Lord
(Hit him with a headshot, with his stankin' ass) (By Fashion
on the Wabash Cannonball
Our eastern states are dandy so the people always say
From New York to St Louis and Chicago by the way
From the hills of Minnesota where
2006, 2020
Vai Marietto
Mi scotta tra le mani il microfono alla prima battle
Provano a mettermi sotto ma non mi toccano
La volpe e il gatto al
Lewandowski gioca in Bundesliga
Ibra l'anno prima che passa al PSG
Ho fatto una saga sul calcio ed il rap
Prima che in Francia esistesse MHD
Prima che
around by her, if it wasn't for her and her
That man I love would have gone nowhere, nowhere
I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be
That man's
they hatin'
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new Balenci's
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy
My girl like that Gucci but I like
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