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He got the bag I got the fat When is it time to get on Up on Ferrari all dressed Versace Give me a sign when we're done Drift in the city smoke in bikini It's so hot can I take this off Drinkin Martini he feels like the Aladdin genie then Give me what I want Bernini Bellini Fellini too Italy for you all, too classical Sicilian women way more dangerous than shotguns Protect the son yeah Tell 'em I won I'm going way too fast for the gravity Oh I'll give your song to the radio to the major take The temperature it ain't regular Ah ah ah ah Boy this beat is crazy This is how they made me Curvy girl south Italy baby ah Thick legs lil waist needs to be embrace He goin give it a taste Pretty face I'm ahead the game you know what I'm saying South girls live in a flame I'm pround of who I became I thank God that I changed But not for you, you weren't hard to replace I give you a chance but you still the same Letras de cancionesBetter moving ahead Better running away than getting stuck in a place where I can't escape You got me feeling insane I'm gonna take a new plane aheaded to Spain at least I'm drinking champagne while feeling this pain He got the bag I got the fat When is it time to get on Up on Ferrari all dressed Versace Give me a sign when we've done Drift in the city smoke in bikini It's so hot can I take this off Drinkin Martini he feels like the Aladdin genie then Give me what I want Bernini Bellini Fellini too Italy for you all, too classical Sicilian women way more dangerous than shotguns Protect the son yeah Tell 'em I won From Letras Mania