Yo, lil b, it’s NKO on beat
Questa shawty è arbi
Fly Emirates, faccio scalo agli Emirati
Lancio nuova moda, turbante in testa
No durag, mi aspetta nuda in hotel a Dubai
Jet ski, giovane ricco, ho solo diciott’anni
Da un fottuto blocco sulla Rose Tower insieme a uno sceicco (Ah-ah)
Parlo slang di strada, tu mi sembri solo uno scemo ricco
Po-porto wave, drip UK, la mia b#tch è in comfort Fendi (Grr-pow)
Respect Chiraq, Shakira, Shaquille O’Neal è flicka flicka (Grr that)
Sono italiano, spaghetti, mafia, mandolino, gira
Aleikum salam, Liverpool, Salah, porto il pane a casa
Posate d’oro in sala, Delavigne pesata è cara (Grr-pow)
In Italia tutti odiano, ma chi disprezza compra (Grr that)
Alzo media degli stream, abbasso rapper in tomba
Go-gold grillz sulla mia b#tch, veste solo Fashion Nova
Ho la terza media, non mi importa vecchia o nuova scuola
La mia shawty vuole atterrare a Dubai
I suoi flip flop sono Dior, parli e non sai
Sei zeri in banca senza fare mai un live
Da un jet privato guardo questo skyline
Dubai, Dubai, ma tu dubiterai
Ho le pare e tu vuoi fare guerra con me
Sto nella trap, air jet, first class
Plain Jane, jet lag, lei ama i miei racks e
Dubai, Dubai, ma tu dubiterai (Ah-ah)
Ho le pare e tu vuoi fare guerra con me
Sto nella trap, air jet, first class (First class)
Plain Jane, jet lag (Jet lag), lei ama i miei racks, yeah
Un mio dawg ha fifty shots, tira la mask off
Non giocare, tanto sai che io non perdo
Insulti sui social, ma poi vieni al concerto (b#tchass)
No firmacopie, no live, in un anno vi ho seppellito
Sul conto sei zeri, ho usato il cervello, ho investito
Soldi su durag, business in Inghilterra tipo
Compro e rivendo azioni, mi muovo in silenzio, stando zitto
Fanno accordi, stringono mani
Industria musicale uguale squali (Grr that)
Non sono un rapper, sono un money maker
Mi fanno i meme, il mio conto in banca cresce (Grr-pow)
Bullet rain sul tuo blocco, apri l’ombrello (Aprilo)
Rolls Royce, quando esci, apri l’ombrello (Aprilo)
La mia shawty vuole atterrare a Dubai
I suoi flip flop sono Dior, parli e non sai
Sei zeri in banca senza fare mai un live
Da un jet privato guardo questo skyline
Dubai, Dubai, ma tu dubiterai
Ho le pare e tu vuoi fare guerra con me
Sto nella trap, air jet, first class
Plain Jane, jet lag, lei ama i miei racks e
Dubai, Dubai, ma tu dubiterai (Ah-ah)
Ho le pare e tu vuoi fare guerra con me
Sto nella trap, air jet, first class (First class)
Plain Jane, jet lag (Jet lag), lei ama i miei racks
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Dubai Lyrics English
Yo, LIL B, IT’S NKO ON BEAT
This Shawty is Arbi
Fly Emirates, I do a stop to the Emirates
New fashion launch, turban in the head
No Durag, I expect naked in the hotel in Dubai
Jet ski, rich young man, I have only eighteen
From a f#cking block on the Rose Tower along with a Sheikh (ah-ah)
I speak street slang, you only look like a rich fool
Po-Porto Wave, Drip UK, my b#tch is in Fendi Comfort (GRR-POW)
Respect Chiraq, Shakira, Shaquille O’Neal is Flicka Flicka (Grr That)
I am Italian, spaghetti, mafia, mandolin, runs
Aleikum Salam, Liverpool, Salah, I bring the bread home
Golden cutlery in the room, weighed DeLavigne is dear (grr-pow)
In Italy everyone hates, but those who despise buy (grr that)
Raised average streams, down rapper in tomb
Go-Gold Grillz on my b#tch, dress only Fashion Nova
I have the third media, I don’t care about old or new school
My shawty wants to land in Dubai
She’s flip flops are dior, talk and you don’t know
Six zeri in the bank without ever doing a live
From a private jet I look at this skyline
Dubai, Dubai, but you will douby
I have them and you want to make war with me
I’m in the trap, Air Jet, First Class
Plain Jane, Jet Lag, you love my racks e
Dubai, Dubai, but you doubter yourself (ah-ah)
I have them and you want to make war with me
I’m in the trap, Air Jet, First Class (First Class)
Plain jane, jet lag (jet lag), you love my racks, yeah
One of my dawg has Fifty Shots, pull the mask off
Don’t play, you know that I don’t lose
Social insults, but then come to the concert (b#tchass)
No signacopies, no live, in a year I buried you
On the account six zeros, I used the brain, I invested
Money on Durag, business in England type
I buy and revenue actions, I move in silence, while shut up
They make chords, tighten hands
Musical industry equal sharks (grr that)
I’m not a rapper, I’m a Money Maker
Make me meme, my bank account grows (grr-pow)
Bullet Rain on your block, open the umbrella (open it)
Rolls Royce, when you exit, open the umbrella (open it)
My shawty wants to land in Dubai
She’s flip flops are dior, talk and you don’t know
Six zeri in the bank without ever doing a live
From a private jet I look at this skyline
Dubai, Dubai, but you will douby
I have them and you want to make war with me
I’m in the trap, Air Jet, First Class
Plain Jane, Jet Lag, you love my racks e
Dubai, Dubai, but you doubter yourself (ah-ah)
I have them and you want to make war with me
I’m in the trap, Air Jet, First Class (First Class)
Plain jane, jet lag (jet lag), you love my racks
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