b#tch I’m on another level
Look at my, look at my, look at my dam
Cash in my pockets and cash in my bag
All of my b#tches are bad
Why are you so, why are you so mad
Why would I wanna look at the tag
I really trap
Might f#ck around and get caught with a pack
Mica lo faccio per loro, faccio sta merda per me
Lo faccio per tutti i fratelli che trappano, mica lo faccio per te
Giuro che mi sono fatto da solo, i miei homie sanno com’è
A furia di fare “C’è posta per te”, adesso giriamo in un Benz
Il plug lo ringrazio, faccio sti soldi speriamo che ingrasso
Faccio sti cazzo di soldi, tu non sei capace ti serve un ripasso
Schivo di sbirri del cazzo, prendo sti k e li alzo
Alzo sti cazzo di cash
Fumo la weeda ma non te la passo
Cristiano Romambo, non mi sfiora la merda che state parlando
Giù con Orlando, già lo sappiamo che stiamo spaccando
Tu stai cazzеggiando, non mi chiamare che sto lavorando
A me di Mambo, faccio bicipitе da quanto sto flexando
Blowing smoke all in the air, I don’t really care
I do what I want, smoke cloud everywhere
Margiela pants, sneakers on my feet
Keep the (?) to the meadow
Couple bands all in my pants
Jesus on all my sweater
(?) change the weather
Make ’em look, I make ’em stand
Drip swag everywhere
b#tch I’m on another level
Look at my, look at my, look at my dam
Cash in my pockets and cash in my bag
All of my b#tches are bad
Why are you so, why are you so mad
Why would I wanna look at the tag
I really trap
Might f#ck around and get caught with a pack
Dimmi cosa vuoi che allora te lo porto
Viaggi che faccio, serve un passaporto
Prova a sfidarmi che allora sei morto
Non puoi consolarmi e neanche darmi torto
Io sono accorto, dieci di che, mica di cash
Intendo dire che mi sono accorto che non cambio il mondo ma lui cambia me
Per questo vivo facendo quel cazzo che voglio
La merda che vivo la scrivo su un foglio
Da quando so bocchia (?) che questo è il mio sogno
Fiero della razza, no non mi vergogno
Come Eddie Guerrero è un principio d’orgoglio
Non dirmi che sbaglio, che ho già il mondo contro
Puoi darmi coraggio, puoi darmi conforto, puoi darmi un anticipo che te la porto
Blowing smoke all in the air, I don’t really care
I do what I want, smoke cloud everywhere
Margiela pants, sneakers on my feet
Keep the (?) to the meadow
Couple bands all in my pants
Jesus on all my sweater
(?) change the weather
Make ’em look, I make ’em stand
Drip swag everywhere
b#tch I’m on another level
Look at my, look at my, look at my dam
Cash in my pockets and cash in my bag
All of my b#tches are bad
Why are you so, why are you so mad
Why would I wanna look at the tag
I really trap
Might f#ck around and get caught with a pack
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Cristiano Romambo Lyrics English
b#tch I’m on another level
Look at my, look at my, look at my dam
Cash in My Pockets and Cash in My Bag
All of My b#tches Are Bad
WHY ARE YOU SO, WHY ARE YOU SO MAD
WHY WOULD I WANNA LOOK AT THE TAG
Really traps
Might f#ck Around and Get Caught with a pack
I do it for them, I’m sh#t for me
I do it for all the brothers who trappn, I do it for you
I swear I did alone, my homs know how it is
To fury to do “there is mail for you”, now we turn into a benz
The plug thank you, do you make money we hope that fattens
I do sti f#cking money, you are not capable you need a review
Shoes of f#cking cops, I’ll take Sti K and get there
Raised sti f#cking cash
Smoke the weeda but you don’t pace you
Christian ROMAMBO, I don’t touch the sh#t you are talking about
Down with Orlando, we already know that we are splitting
You’re f#cking, don’t call me I’m working
To me of mambo, I do bicipitе from what I’m flexando
Blowing Smoke All In The Air, I Don’t Really Care
I do What I Want, Smoke Cloud Everywhere
Margiela Pants, Sneakers on My Feet
Keep the (?) To the Meadow
Couple bands all in My Pants
JESUS ON ALL MY SWEATER
(?) Change The Weather
Make ’em look, i make’ em stand
Drip Swag Everywhere
b#tch I’m on another level
Look at my, look at my, look at my dam
Cash in My Pockets and Cash in My Bag
All of My b#tches Are Bad
WHY ARE YOU SO, WHY ARE YOU SO MAD
WHY WOULD I WANNA LOOK AT THE TAG
Really traps
Might f#ck Around and Get Caught with a pack
Tell me what you want that I’ll take it then
Travel I do, serves a passport
Try to challenge me then you’re dead
You can’t console myself and don’t even give me wrong
I am noticed, ten of which, mica di cash
I mean that I realized that I don’t change the world but he changes me
For this alive doing that c#ck I want
sh#t I live I write it on a sheet
Since when I know a bocchia (?) That this is my dream
Proud of the race, no I am not ashamed
As Eddie Guerrero is a principle of pride
Don’t tell me I’m wrong, that I already have the world against
You can give me courage, you can help me, you can give me an advance that I’ll take you
Blowing Smoke All In The Air, I Don’t Really Care
I do What I Want, Smoke Cloud Everywhere
Margiela Pants, Sneakers on My Feet
Keep the (?) To the Meadow
Couple bands all in My Pants
JESUS ON ALL MY SWEATER
(?) Change The Weather
Make ’em look, i make’ em stand
Drip Swag Everywhere
b#tch I’m on another level
Look at my, look at my, look at my dam
Cash in My Pockets and Cash in My Bag
All of My b#tches Are Bad
WHY ARE YOU SO, WHY ARE YOU SO MAD
WHY WOULD I WANNA LOOK AT THE TAG
Really traps
Might f#ck Around and Get Caught with a pack
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MamboLosco Lyrics – Cristiano Romambo