Geo got the bands, ah
I love you, Balmain
Fah
Ah, ah
Ah, yeh, yeh
Bro, sei un fan
Ascolto la tua sh#t, io mando fax [No give no f#cks
Non mandarmi il tuo indirizzo, lo so già
Lei mi chiede: “Come fai?”
Io rispondo: “Non è luck”
A te servirebbe luck
Per non diventare un pack
Talk to me, io no so neanche chi sei
I miei shooter più di sei
Non ho tempo per i gang [Yeah
Ascoltami, siediti e resta a guardare
Che ora lo sai cosa fai
Io non ho perso mai
Che stress, questi non vogliono lo stress
, giro almeno con due steps
E mi copi lo swag, tu non hai swag
E non avresti scommesso su di me [Su di me]
Bro, sei un fan
Ascolto la tua sh#t, io mando fax [No give no f#cks
Non mandarmi il tuo indirizzo, lo so già
Lei mi chiede: “Come fai?”
Io rispondo: “Non è luck”
A te servirebbe luck
Per non diventare un pack
Bro, sei un fan
Ascolto la tua sh#t, io mando fax [No give no f#cks
Non mandarmi il tuo indirizzo, lo so già
Lei mi chiede: “Come fai?”
Io rispondo: “Non è luck”
A te servirebbe luck
Per non diventare un pack
Talk to me
Ascoltami
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SHOOTERS Lyrics English
Geo Got The Bands, Ah
I love you, Balmain
Fah
Ah, ah
Ah, Yeh, Yeh
Bro, you are a fan
I listen to your sh#t, I send fax [no give no f#cks
Don’t send me your address, I already know
She asks me: “How do you do it?”
I reply: “It’s not Luck”
You would need luck
To not become a pack
Talk to me, I don’t know who you are either
My shooters more than six
I have no time for gang [yeah
Listen to me, sit down and stay to watch
What do you know what you do now
I have never lost
What a stress, these do not want stress
, I go around at least with two steps
And you copy the swag me, you have no swag
And you wouldn’t have bet on me [on me]
Bro, you are a fan
I listen to your sh#t, I send fax [no give no f#cks
Don’t send me your address, I already know
She asks me: “How do you do it?”
I reply: “It’s not Luck”
You would need luck
To not become a pack
Bro, you are a fan
I listen to your sh#t, I send fax [no give no f#cks
Don’t send me your address, I already know
She asks me: “How do you do it?”
I reply: “It’s not Luck”
You would need luck
To not become a pack
Talk to me
listen to me
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Friman Lyrics – SHOOTERS