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letra de don pippo - tonypitony & jerry canaglia

[lyrics of “don pippo”]

[intro]
e pensa che se chiama uno dei fratelli per venire alla casa, quelli vengono lù
la gente de qua quando si odia, si odia per sempre

[verse 1]
my name is don pippo, i got a story to tell
from sicily to america, you know that sh-t well
back to 1987 [?], but i fell [?]
took my backpack full of guns
pasta, pasta twice, mozzarella and no support
here to do what the f-ck i want
so i took a cruise with my b-tch, we f-ck in new york

[chorus]
i was 2000 miles from america
i didn’t give a f-ck, didn’t say hi to my mom, my dog, my b-tch, your house, my life
still i want you, my b-tch, c’amma fa?
i was 2000 miles from america
i didn’t speak your language, but i have a f-cking gun
boom-boom, do you wanna give a me sandwich?
i k!ll your wife, motherf-cker, boom-boom, i k!ll your wife

[post-chorus]
capisci?
[verse 2]
in sicily to america, ready to rule the world
selling cigarettes for the children in new york
my bro is al capone, your bro is al coglione, ah
if you hate my pasta scotta, i’ll blow up your [?]
your wife [?], so she dances (ran-ta-tan-tan)
pineapple on the pizza, i’ll go f-cking mad (ran-tan)
don’t tell me how to act or i’ll k!ll your [?] (ran-ta-tan-tan)

[bridge]
luca changretta, sì, mi chiamo doretta
he’s not moving on, he loves me then him
he likes the d-ck so much, he sees grindr, wait
pitctures match with the f-cko-f-cky, peaky blinder
detroit to imitate the mafia with terrible result
like william defoe, [?], un poco ricchiò, yoh
don’t call me, “guagliò”, yoh, just call me””the boss”, yeah
the d-ck you a boss, yeah

[verse 3]
living the life of itself
gun in my pocket
[?]
[?] mazzette in the car
[?]
murder has been done, has been done
i was 2000 miles from america, get to america
i wanna marry you, i wanna love you
vado su portici
it’s mathematical il nostro practical
i was 2000 miles from america, but not anymore
[chorus]
i was 2000 miles from america
i didn’t give a f-ck, didn’t say hi to my mom, my dog, my b-tch, your house, my life
still i want you, my b-tch, c’amma fa?
i was 2000 miles from america
i didn’t speak your language, but i have a f-cking gun
boom-boom, do you wanna give a me sandwich?
i k!ll your wife, motherf-cker

- tonypitony jerry canaglia

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