Tekst Utworu

Hey Paolo, fix him a little midimozaguli And put some struzzi on it Straight up I fucking tested positive for GH twice Fuck it, we out here, ah The falcon feather 250 got me looking like Lorenzo Lamas Long trench, shotty in it, at least I'm honest Six flips into the whip like a Russian gymnast The tear away shorts, it's back to business Catch me up at Caesar's Palace raking up Take the paper in the morning, cop a bacon truck, yup Turn the wheel like a new leaf I'll have your mother naked cooking stew beef My back is strong like a retarded horse We take the charter of course Hard decisions in my life, What should I drive today, Impala or Porsche? On some McGyver shit While it's moving, dive into the forest I chill with bitches that play ball, shoot dice Play the roof tops on cool nights rocking some new flights Box cutter carriers I'll marry ya Black 740 be the chariot, I'm arrogant Trousers Yoinks
Writer(s): Ariyan Arslani, Alan Maman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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