LYRICS GAME

Mom's a housewife

This chick's got her tongue on the floor and gives me a slick crib

The belt, the shoes are matching, my buddy's pregnant

He shoots white balls but sinks the clubs, yeah like a golfer

He follows these lines and they take him to gold on the podium, yeah like Sempista

My son's looking to sell, yeah like a wholesaler

People wanting this stuff stick to my *ss, yeah like a monkey

You ask for that cash fast

Yeah like a baby sucking a tit

He pumps up this wad of cash, yeah like a tire guy

Like a bodybuilder

I'm not English

Inside a paper a fir tree

I was supposed to be in jail, instead

I wanted to have, but not to show it off

No no no, no no no

No no no, no no no, no no no

This weed's so orange it looks like a peach

This chick's got a strawberry, bro, that makes my head spin

I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing

This little bag with the heart of a candy

Ulalalalaaa

I remember the exploits

A life without expectations

The somersaults just to make it to the end of the month

And then

And now I almost always fly first class

This crazy life, bro, felt like it was calling me

The world spins its axis, we spin speakers

I'm the master at doing this sh*t right

I fight in this arena like Russell

As soon as class is in play, man

You disappear like Casper

They yell 'Ulalala' when the star shows up

Saint Peter and Saint Paul on my neck

The Moon over a white plate

There's f*ck-all registered

Yeah, but I got the Pantheon on my neck

I'm the first in Italy who's done what he says

And what I say, I do

Lamp and candle

Yeah, I'd die for my boys, career

This weed's so orange it looks like a peach

This chick's got a strawberry, bro, that makes my head spin

I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing

This little bag with the heart of a candy

Ululala

White snow, broadband connection

King on that bench

Mom, white powdered milk

No cash in the bank, ten grand in my pocket, that's it

Pants drop, you're a meal, you're pasta

You're rich by bracket, by face

The duck falls for it, you're a duck that eats

Breaks the bank, Uncle Scrooge in the square

My *ss is on a golden bed

Salmon, avocado sauce

What I don't say the lawyer knows

Bro, this fish bit

We don't work, yeah but we work

At the well I've got something like the Big Bang

Bro, I got stuff that pops veins, arteries

Just like the Big Bang

This weed's so orange it looks like a peach

I cook this cure that looks like a pearl

I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing

Oysters, tables, car, kilos of weed

Ulalala, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala

This weed's so orange it looks like a peach

This chick's got a strawberry, bro, that makes my head spin

I've got a hundred shells in my pocket but I ain't going fishing

This little bag with the heart of a candy

Ululala

The dunes, the Tartars' desert on my jacket

This little bag, more than a bag, is a beach

This river of money ain't enough, dad, nothing in the bank

For my brother you're nothing but a plate of pasta

Ululala