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Escape To Italy

SK Laflare

9

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Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1] She from Sicily, my bitch be Italian She steady cooking up fetuccini and salmon Spaghetti plus salad, riding Gucci, I'm styling All these hoochies wilding, Laflare [?] [?], Lamborghini Diablo Get your chip for the cheese, call a young nigga Nacho Whole fam sipping wine, I feel like we won the lotto I got all black cars filled with all bad models [Hook] Yeah bitch I'm in the getty, bitch I'm in the getty You know I am Laflare DaVinci Laflare Picasso, Bobby and Whitney I am [?] rolling on [?] I got your bitch posed naked while a nigga painting Got your bitch posed naked while a nigga painting Got your bitch posed naked while a nigga painting Got your bitch posed naked and I ain't even playing [?] like that Yeah I got the touch, whip it out [?] Need a new brush, hold up [?] I'll be right back Need a new brush, hold up [?] I'll be right back [Verse 2] I make her call me LaFlare DaVinci, that chopper Mona Lisa Choppers hanging by the TV, that's portraits by the [?] Every boss breathing need a mob wife like [?] I'm in that mob life, black suit, I'm the reaper Silks and Versace, I kill for a [?] [?] six rings, left hand liberachi Right hand John Gotti, I might plan to party And take everybody, [?] in the lobby That's how I get it started, [?] got the mollies Tell that nigga Gucci hit me if he need somebody [Hook]
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