Blssd is life-

I haven't gotten a Rolex yet, I think it doesn't measure talent
Even if I make pesos now, I still smell like cement
Cash in hand, not at Crai, fish in the ass, no, never
The nose grows, you know, if what you say you don't do
Tensing, triple eye, drifting like Tokyo
Lady wants love from me, but she doesn't know I don't have any
Life is unfair, but when it gets better, you like it a bit more (more, more)
The cop pushes, pusher shoes, I keep the honey, Winnie the Pooh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm running in the hallway
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mom yells a bit too much
Oh, oh, oh, oh
"Niky, I'll explain it to you later
Maybe dad is leaving for a few days"

Uah, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci and Vuitton (m-m-muah)
Now that I have flous, you call me "ammò" (m-m-mmò)
You're a snitching dog, Scooby-Doo (Doo, Doo, Doo)
You act like a G and then run away, you go "fium, fium" (fium, fium, fium)

Bitches want money (cash), bling on the earlobes
I want few cuddles, certainly not from geese
To be seen by eyes, I had to gossip
I had to make dirty moves, I hope God doesn't remember
I am who I want, I hold the Omnitrix
Timmy Turner who bangs Trixie
You're infamous from what you say
We shit on your records
Dude, you understand, you smell like piss
I talk little because those who talk little are artists
Scooby-Doo pa pa (pa pa), kilos of coco (coco)
If I want a whore, ambarabà ciccì coccò (coco)
You're scared, you're afraid (Grr, grr), you call your big friend
You speak ill of me, who knows, maybe you're envious

Uah, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci and Vuitton (m-m-muah)
Now that I have flous, you call me "ammò" (m-m-mmò)
You're a snitching dog, Scooby-Doo (Doo, Doo, Doo)
You act like a G and then run away, you go "fium, fium" (fium, fium, fium)

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