Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go

Diego
Bu-bu Milan (bu-bu Milan)
This is Milan (Milan, let's go, let's go)

Santana, gang (gang)
Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana, Santana
Hey (gang, gang, gang), hey (gang, gang, gang)

Take 4, son of a bitch
My name is Santana, I want all the smoke (Milan)
The last one who challenged the team
I changed his name, now he's nobody (bu-bu, Milan)

Trap houses left me a smell but also a talent, of twenty-one circles (skrrt, skrrt)
What's mine can't be yours
Now I come out before God on Google (Milan)

Coppo new whip, turn on the headlights (skrrt, skrrt)
I run on the sheet like Dele Alli (skrrt, skrrt)
I fuck these bitches, they go viral
They suck my dick, they suck my hype (ahah)

You find me on a Jeep with suitable seats (pam-pam-pam-pam-Milan)
Or in the middle of the street with my soldiers
If you count us in ten, we are ten armed
No, I'm not joking, come here to challenge us

Eh-oh, what is good manners?
My bros King Kong, they go towards the Euros (bu-bu, Milan)
Turn the turbo on, turn on the iPhone if you want to be serious (this is Milan)
Bullets, ding-dong, in the Louis Vuitton to come back whole (Take 4, Take 4)
Still on the street, oh mom, oh (Take 4)

Eh-oh, what is good manners? (let's go)
My bros King Kong, they go towards the Euros (bu-bu, Milan)
Turn the turbo on, turn on the iPhone if you want to be serious (Santana, Santana)
Bullets, ding-dong, in the Louis Vuitton to come back whole (pew-pew-pew-pew)
Still on the street, oh mom, oh (gang, gang, gang)

You ask me what I do? (Gang, gang) I open Italy's eyes
I say my rhymes, they are a threat (gang, gang)
In fact, the state leaves us on the street (bu-bu)
Hanging by a thread or a tie (Milan)

They talk about help but my block is on fire
They want my name on a front page (Milan)
Not of a magazine, but of a newspaper
I take off the safety and protect my soul (Santana)

We enter the clubs, all hooded
With diamonds out, AP loaded
Rich like Jews, like the Emiratis
We are like gods among these buildings (bu-bu)

My people are real, they are transparent (exactly)
Unlike the windows, they are opaque black (let's go)
I used to go down to Bisceglie, I took the two twenty
Now I put them all in an LV backpack (Milan)

Now we're at the top, we're at the T-O-P
There's no more a god, there's no G-O-D
Doing this shit is the ABC
So you understand, we're practical

Turn on the iPhone, we're ready for war
Call the emergency room (let's go)
It seems I killed Milan because from now on it's painted red

Eh-oh, what is good manners?
My bros King Kong, they go towards the Euros (bu-bu, Milan)
Turn the turbo on, turn on the iPhone if you want to be serious (this is Milan)
Bullets, ding-dong, in the Louis Vuitton to come back whole (Take 4, Take 4)
Still on the street, oh mom, oh (Take 4)

Eh-oh, what is good manners? (Let's go)
My bros King Kong, they go towards the Euros (bu-bu, Milan)
Turn the turbo on, turn on the iPhone if you want to be serious (Santana, Santana)
Bullets, ding-dong, in the Louis Vuitton to come back whole (pew-pew-pew-pew)
Still on the street, oh mom, oh (gang, gang, gang)

Eh-oh

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