Ayo, roll uo [Yeah
Let’s get it right one time, you heard [You already know, man
Io sul divano preso male, un altro giorno e te lamo
Sogno e m’appare ‘na madonna con un fero pe’ mano
Stanotte penso che è la volta che l’affare lo famo caruccio
Il mio amico arriva su una Benz nera senza tettuccio
In ‘ste giornate grindo come ‘no sputa
Oggi non torno se non riempio di contanti la tuta
Non passa’ in Piazza Prealpi che è ‘na bevuta sicura
Lo sbirro tira su un pischello, gira senza sicura
E sto seduto in cucina e ho solo brutte intenzioni
‘Sto posto ha visto più crackhead che colazioni
Non ho più emozioni
E queste merde tra i coglioni che ribaltano il mio appartamento
Affanculo, stronzi, non ci vado dentro
È sempre tutto sbagliato, sempre fanculo allo Stato
Spero che alle quattro di notte il mio avvocato
Non ho dimenticato mica dei nemici che c’ho
Non vuoi vedermi pulluppato in casa come Pop Smoke
Ti schianti a centottanta sull’A1
Con sotto al culo un quintale di fumo
Un giro dentro non l’auguro a nessuno
Giù all’inferno ti diranno: “Benvenuto”
Ti schianti a centottanta sull’A1
Con sotto al culo un quintale di fumo
Un giro dentro non l’auguro a nessuno
Giù all’inferno ti diranno: “Benvenuto”
Goldschlager and some hash in Licata, Adidas swearsuit
And a mull in a park, this is my cardinal
Blowing goshes, call him a bookie
Ride around in Cullinans all day high, lookin’ for nookie
Beside achieving money, we schemin’
Other than shorties callin’, fiending
Your chef feed me his s#men, I be leanin’
A mill, stay kind and light up somethin’
Lighting somethin’, blunts with Dunks on, what’s poppin’?
As I rose from the stairs to the rows, you know how it go
Hit the globe with the trees on in the robe
Older G’s painting pictures, these are scrolls
For all my n#gg#s that rap, dap’ em up fast, get cream and blow
Ferrari blue, named her Nina
Ocean Pacific vest, terry cloth Kangol
Eating a mango, f#ckin’ Trina
That’s my ninja, she be puttin’ in work
f#ck her head game, her leg game is what it’s worth, n#gg#
Ti schianti a centottanta sull’A1
Con sotto al culo un quintale di fumo
Un giro dentro non l’auguro a nessuno
Giù all’inferno ti diranno: “Benvenuto”
Ti schianti a centottanta sull’A1
Con sotto al culo un quintale di fumo
Un giro dentro non l’auguro a nessuno
Giù all’inferno ti diranno: “Benvenuto”
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WELCOME BACK Lyrics English
Ayo, Roll Uo [Yeah
Let’s Get It Right One Time, You Heard [You Already Know, Man
I on the sofa taken wrong, another day and you Lamo
DREAM AND I HAVE ‘NA MADONNA WITH A FERO PE’ HAND
Tonight I think it’s the time the bargain caruccio
My friend arrives on a black benz without roof
In ‘ste days grindo as’ no spit
Today I don’t go back if I can not fill in cash
It doesn’t pass to Piazza Prealpi who is’ Na Drink safe
The cop pulls on a pischello, turn without safe
And I’m sitting in the kitchen and I just have bad intentions
‘I’m placed has seen more crackheads than breakfasts
I no longer have emotions
And these sh#ts among the balls that overturn my apartment
f#ck out, #ssh#l#s, I don’t go inside
It’s always wrong, always f#ck in the state
I hope my lawyer at four in the morning
I haven’t forgotten the enemies that I have
You don’t want to see me in your home as pop smoke
You crash to one hundred eighty on the A1
With under the #ss a quintal of smoke
A ride inside I don’t wish anyone
Down to hell will tell you: “Welcome”
You crash to one hundred eighty on the A1
With under the #ss a quintal of smoke
A ride inside I don’t wish anyone
Down to hell will tell you: “Welcome”
GOLDSCHLAGER AND SOME HASH IN LICATA, ADIDAS SWEARSUIT
And a mull in a park, this is my cardinal
Blowing Goshes, Call Him A Bookie
Ride Around in Cullinans All Day High, Lookin ‘For Nookie
Beside Achieving Money, We Schemin ‘
Other Than Shorties Callin ‘, Fiending
Your Chef Feed Me His s#men, I Be Leanin ‘
A MILL, STAY KIND AND LIGHT UP SOMETHIN ‘
Lighting Somethin ‘, Blunts with Dunks on, What’s Poppin’?
As the Rose From the Stairs to the Rows, You Know How it go
HIT THE GLOBE WITH THE TREES ON IN THE ROBE
Older G’s Painting Pictures, These Are Scrolls
For All My n#gg#s That Rap, DAP ‘EM Up Fast, Get Cream and Blow
Ferrari Blue, Named Her Nina
Ocean Pacific Vest, Terry Cloth Kangol
Eating in Mango, f#ckin ‘Trina
That’s My Ninja, She Be puttin ‘in Work
f#ck Her Head Game, Her Leg Game Is What It’s Worth, n#gg#
You crash to one hundred eighty on the A1
With under the #ss a quintal of smoke
A ride inside I don’t wish anyone
Down to hell will tell you: “Welcome”
You crash to one hundred eighty on the A1
With under the #ss a quintal of smoke
A ride inside I don’t wish anyone
Down to hell will tell you: “Welcome”
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Noyz Narcos Lyrics – WELCOME BACK