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LYRICFLUENTMILANO Lyrics by BIA BIA , Sfera Ebbasta, Fivio Foreign
Below, you will find the lyrics for MILANO by BIA.
Give you good look, but it don't know what to do with it
Buongiorno
Hey, papà, hey
Hey, papà, hey
Hey, papà, hey
Hey, papà, hey
I wanna go shop in Milano, take all my paesanos
Drive in a Ferrari, it's just a couple dollars
You know that's my motto, I'll see you tomorrow
I came with my family, it's a mafia
I wanna go shop in Milano, take me to the opera
Margherita pizza, you know I like pasta
I want your attention, fumo marijuana
Everybody eats here everybody mangia
Sai che Italia è uguale a pasta Prada e Sfera Ebbasta
Metti 100K sopra la bilancia
Vogliono farmi la pelle piccoli piranha
Piangeva mia mamma, ero più in strada che a casa
Sul mio display la tua bitch fa lo strip per le tips, ayy
Niente kiss, la sua pussy è una cheesecake
Vuole il bis, tu vuoi il beef, non so chi sei
Ti sei fatto il film, hey
I wanna go shop in Milano, take all my paesanos
Drive in a Ferrari, it's just a couple dollars
You know that's my motto, I'll see you tomorrow
I came with my family, it's a mafia
I wanna go shop in Milano, take me to the opera
Margherita pizza, you know I like pasta
I want your attention, fumo marijuana
Everybody eats here, everybody mangia
Rrah
Hey, papà, I gotta stay in my bag
How could I finish in last?
I made these bitches come out of Bottega with tags
I can't go out sad
Whether the Lamb' or the 'Rari, I'm keepin' my foot on the gas
And I keep a deal on my neck too
I'm who they dyin' to get next to
I'm at the Vatican, bless you
Matter fact, I'm on shenanigans
I'm with my killy and he brought the scammers in
I got a hot one on me and it's melting my hand again
We see him hot and he turned to a mannequin
I pray to God we run into that man again
They see my face and start panickin'
Only get happy, they tell me they damaged him
Don't make me put them shooters in that van again
I don't need nobody, I see 'em, I handle 'em
I don't even sweat, but I'm hot as ever
I like my Prada, Italian leather
All my linen exotic for fire weather
And nigga, you probably wear polyester
Throwin' up signs, talkin' with my hands
Them niggas rattin', talkin' on the stand
How I'm supposed to focus on my fans when niggas keep tough talkin' on the 'Gram?
I'm on the island, focused on a tan
My bitches bad, focused on a glam
Nigga a opp
Boy, you'll die walkin' with that man
I wanna go shop in Milano, take all my paesanos
Drive in a Ferrari, it's just a couple dollars
You know that's my motto, I'll see you tomorrow
I came with my family, it's a mafia
I wanna go shop in Milano, take me to the opera
Margherita pizza, you know I like pasta
I want your attention, fumo marijuana
Everybody eats here, everybody mangia
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