(Uh-uh-uh)
Yeah
I said, "Don't talk to me"
I woke up with my girl in Palazzo Parigi
I told her, "Don't touch me 'cause I'm feeling so far already"
We got to take a shower, have breakfast and get ready
The sky outside is as great as a city
Chrome hearts in her face and nobody's messing with me
It's raining outside, I can't wear my morning clothes
A lot of shit I gotta do and I'm not talking about the toilet
They wanna be like me so bad, they forgot how to be themselves, it's sad
Don't know how to take a loss and know when it's their fault
Man, stop acting like a damn bitch
I wasn't born like this but I know I'll die rich
I'm too real, I can't switch, bitch

Hey, yah
Two see, I see double
Who wants the beef where is it that I burst it? (Where is it?)
Who wants to do an eight against eight?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (eight, eight, eight)
Who wants the beef where is it that I burst it? (Yah, yah, yah)
I aim for the head, not the knee (yeah)
(Nardi you drippin')

We are the freshest, it seems obvious (yes, bitch)
Racks in pocket never had an interview (never, never, never)
I've been spotting real since I was a kid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I woke up at Palazzo Parigi
Today I celebrate ten years of troubles (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, I don't mess with these, fuck bro (never, never, never)
I never take the train, fuck bro (never, never, never)
We are a pain in the ass to these guys
Because we get under their skin, little but sure bro
She wants to do it in the back of the van with dark windows (back, back, back)
She wants to make a movie (hoe, hoe, hoe)
She wants the imprint of my hand on her booty (slap, slap, slap)
Little but sure, bro
Baby, I'm from Vicenza like Baggio
The cleanest in the village (clean, clean)
Baby, I speak as I eat
I used to be at the back of the train, now look how I travel (sku, sku, sku)
Still the one with the taste, if you like it I have the hook up (sup?)
I'm not there, I'm in France at Fashion Week and I smoke gas (gas, gas, gas, gas)
This shit tastes like orange
Front row, catwalk, with my babe, she's a bad one
Skin like cinnamon, she could have been a model (you already know)
At home I have a brother who spikes the graph trapping the Nutella (ah, ah)
You suck our dick (bitch)
Yes, bitch, that one

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