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2nd Roof Music Sosa Sto nel club, no security Attivo già dall'una Oddio, ho iniziato da due pezzi Adesso champagne e 2C-B 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 (Via, via) Strappo le collane dal collo E diventano tre Comprerò un quadro di Monet (Monet) Orecchini e bracciali Cartier (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 bithc try ride me I'm your favourite nightmare Letras de cancionesI 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 know 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 bithc 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 bithc try ride me I'm your favourite nightmare I might go all night, man From Letras Mania