2nd Roof Music
Sosa, sto nel club, no security
Attivo già dall'una
Oddio, ho iniziato da due pezzi
Adesso champagne e tu sì, tu sì
Le dico: "Dai, sali su"
Muovi quel culo, mami (vai), fumando dried Cali'
Volo privato, Bali
Pacco parte dall'areoporto
Trappo finché non sarà morto
Lambo, scappo al posto di blocco
Strappo le collane dal collo
E diventano tre
Comprerò un quadro di Monet
Orecchino e bracciali Cartier
Non vado, non basta il cachet (Okay, Sosa)
I go Tyson
Just know I'm no hypeman
I don't bark, I bite, man
Go on, pass that mic here
I go Tyson
Your main bitch try ride me
I'm your favourite nightmare
I might go all night, man
Bigger, I mean bigger Glock
Stick-up kids, get niggas shot
I remember laying low and praying that my mixtape popped
Woop, I did it once and I said I'ma-woop
Show me respect every time that we talk
When I'm at the party it's popping
In Berlin or London, Milan or New York
Get me outside, you I'm Rolling Stone
Day that I die, I'ma go Rolling Stone
Self-made, I rose and built a summer home
I ride with a blicky, I'm sitting on chrome
Talking to shawty, I'm called Casanova
Daytime I'm naughty, at night I'm a muslim
And I'll keep on fighting 'till this shit is over
For TBHG, yeah, that's my Cosa Nostra
I go Tyson
Just know I'm no hypeman
I don't bark, I bite, man
Go on, pass that mic here
I go Tyson
Your main bitch try ride me
I'm your favourite nightmare
I might go all night, man
I go Tyson
I go Tyson
I go Tyson
Just know I'm no hypeman
I don't bark, I bite, man
Go on, pass that mic here
I go Tyson
Your main bitch try ride me
I'm your favourite nightmare
I might go all night, man