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ITALY lyrics

Performer Koby Mase

ITALY song lyrics by Koby Mase official

ITALY is a song in English

Yeah
I'm straight outta Africa rapping
The realest nigga 'bout to pull up in fair coats
Look at me sleeping on rappers, you weaker than all of them girls you deep-throat
You gotta acknowledge I'm one of the best in the game and I'm always on six notes
Block is hot, new machine gun
Vroom Vroom, my neighbor can smell smoke
When I dream about rap I see Michigan
One to 8 Mile that's a boss number
The king of rap is a living legend who can spell it better that's an Eminem
When I talk about money they say I'm an amateur but I just wanna be president
Take a trip outta the country and wreck a Lambo' just to say that's an accident

Yeah
Hop in a coupé I be dreaming 'bout Paris and Italy
Now look at me force it
I'm an organ
Talkin' my thoughts into poetry, memory
Hop in a coupé I be dreaming 'bout Paris and Italy
Now look at me force it
I'm an organ
Talkin' my thoughts into poetry, memory

I'm not really dissin'
What is you rappers be talkin' 'bout
You not even rappers
Ya'll are just cap talkers who think rap is for chasing clout
You can't even drop a song
Now they askin' a feature from me, you joking
You can't even pay for a feature you want me to rap on a beat, you smokin' (ah)
Poppin' a xen, I don't pop out
Takin' this rap to the next level like I travel to Mars to hang out
I live in the ghetto, walkin' alone
The boy is always on the look out
But in the future I ball
I'm searching more
Give a nigga a shout out shout out shout out
Ball like Montana
I gotta come and collect
The boy is a cat
A Louisiana
Makin' numbers like I'm Hanna Montana
Drinkin' dry, go get me Savanna
I stay ballin', I'm king
Now light up a candle
We got dead rappers in the building
Pass me a pencil
Your story ain't never true
Man who told you you litter than me but you ain't got the juice
Go crazy like Piccachu
Tough muscle, I'm Shaka Zulu
I don't know who I am
Eat Ramen Noodle
Case close hide the weapon, my nigga
Case close hide the weapon, my nigga (Case close hide the weapon, my nigga yeah)
I need a set of clothes and galore cheddar
What you talkin' 'bout Willy
Mom in a different mansion I got my intention
The whip, the whip is so silly
Get back to Italy drinkin' water out the cup of the Pope
That's a monkey business
I'm Koby Mase I can never give up
I need my money on a hunned milli yeah

Yeah
Hop in a coupé I be dreaming 'bout Paris and Italy
Now look at me force it
I'm an organ
Talkin' my thoughts into poetry, memory
Hop in a coupé I be dreaming 'bout Paris and Italy
Now look at me force it
I'm an organ
Talkin' my thoughts into poetry, memory
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Khutso Masemola
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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