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letra de bacio della morte - gucciano flavarotti

[intro]
flavarotti, gucciano, you know what it is
we still out here, pellegrino sippin’
never told

[verse 1]
would you follow where the wind blows?
would you swallow your tongue? would you run from your fears?
bottle your thoughts just to be another face
get lost, trapped in the hype
at the height of it all, don’t fall to the life
b-tch-made, couldn’t face me on skype (yeah)
get a rub-and-tug from your wife
boss sh-t (boss)
lookin’ for a piece of the pie, better get you a slice (yeah)
this ain’t a game, we ain’t playin’ nintendo (nah)
outside the box when we smokin’ that indo
see me where the streets stay cracked like a window
chillin’ in the night time
better wear more than a sweater out here
snakes slither to the rhythm of the fear ’round here
lack cold leather, people on their tough sh-t (yeah)
but it ain’t gon’ fly like a broke feather
and i’m still on fire in the cold weather (yeah)
gotta put in that work if you wanna start change
or get caged to the dirt
turn the page, watch it all wash away like smoke in the sky
so potent, the potion, i’m floatin’ inside
still got the fam by my side (yeah)
my people, we got too much pride (pride)
never lied, there’s a life to the game
everybody cries sometimes, can’t provide sometimes
then arrive on time, pour up for the people in the sky one time
got a piece on the line, better eat for the line
catch a whiff of the plug, got the plug on the line
for the goods, hush hush on the phone
she’ll l-st (yeah), now she gone to the wind (deuce)
[verse 2]
said they call this the city of the wind, faded (woo)
k!ll ’em, wanna hit ’em with the heat (yeah)
cash in the mattress, underneath the sheets
do it for the fam ’cause the roots run deep (squad)
that’s enough, i could hammer the flow (yeah)
you should call me a chef ’cause i handle the dough (yeah)
in the kitchen with the knife, spillin’ sauce on the flo’
i’m a boss, leave ’em all for the monsters and [?]
best believe that sh-t (yeah)
if you ask me one, i’ma plead that fifth (ye, yeah)
’cause i don’t know sh-t about sh-t, nothin’ ’bout nothin’
ridin’ down vogues, hear the bass go bump
ride fast with the cash in the bag
can’t trust any man, never tell, never rat
pull up in the whip, roll the piff for the stress
feelin’ blessed, got a grip on my life (yeah)
but i’m still feelin’ pressed, got your girlfriend impressed
’cause i’m dressed to the nine (what’s up, baby?)
sippin’ wine, got the dimes on the line
gucciano gon’ shine in the dark, i’m a shark (flavarotti)
this ain’t a fight, this is art
like irv, get smoked with the words (yeah)
k!ll him in the middle of the day
played the fiddle ’cause it all sound the same
lames tried to yank on the chain (get the f-ck off my d-ck, hoe)
while i’m tryna make a change, they get stuck with the bill
for a thrill, pop a skittle
would she bust for mill? would i change for a deal? never (nah)
would you bang with the steel for your brother, man?
what you gon’ do for respect?
what you gon’ do when they come for your neck?
(what you gon’ do?) ride for the fam, f-ck all the rest (yeah)
what you want (yeah)? i’m a don (yeah)
gucciano want the table with the spread (boss)
[outro]
you know we eatin’ out here, man
f-ckin’, i got a whole f-ckin’ cheese platter right in front of me
calamari on the way
cannelloni, feelin’ stony

- gucciano flavarotti

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