Do-Do-Do-Don Joe
Ah (Yeah)
The Streets Are Cheering (Uoh)
I’m Back By Popular Demand Because Rap Sucks Today (Haha)
Club Dogo Is For The People
I’m De Niro The Legend (Ah), I’m Servillo The Star (Ah)
I’m The G, The Man, The Hombre, The Mec, The Guy (Uoh)
Every Mosquito’s Dream Has Come True (Ah-Ah)
You’re Shit, I’m Well Plugged From Berlin To Soverato (Pow-Pow-Pow)
Your Account Is Zeroed (Ahahah), My Account Is Doped
With The Flow I Lasered You, Almond Shaped Pussy, Arigato
I’m Back For The Pimps, For The Kingpins (Boss)
With The Mussel In The Ming Vases, With The Cell In Constant Drin-Drin
I Went From Singing Lambo To Buying Lambo
You Went From Being A Dad To Taking Dick (Hahaha)
We Paired Tracksuits With Leather Jackets (Yeah)
The First Self-Produced Album With Dirty Banknotes (Yeah)
The Game Changer, You Talk, But You Don’t Shoot
Rap Gotti, I Throw Stardust Like Them Cookies (Okay)
Once Upon A Time In Italy
Where The Road Dazzles You, Music Saves You
This Is The Hymn To The Rabble, The Dogo Does Not Bark
People Gave Me This Medal
Once Upon A Time In Italy
Where The Road Dazzles You, Music Saves You
This Is The Hymn To The Rabble, The Dogo Does Not Bark
People Gave Me This Medal
The Pushers And The Sluts Waited For Me
Here To Make History (Ah), Not To Make Stories (No)
Italians, North Africans And Albanians Waited For Me
I Did The SerT, I Took Two Years And Three Months
And I’m Still Here To Fill That Void (Seh)
Because The Speakers Didn’t Sound Like Dogo (Yeah)
And The Amiri Are Just Jeans And There’s No Rapper In Them
Rimo 9×21, Bro, Glock 17 (Uh)
Umbilical Cord With Gangsters (Ah) Feeds Me The Wrong Things
Polyester Suits, The Smell Of The Streets Smells Of The Little We Studied (Yeah)
Classic Materials, Coca With Bicarbonate
Jesus Nailed To A Platinum And Yellow Gold Cross (Seh)
I Die Filthy Rich Or While I’m Trying To Do It (Ah)
You Mixed The Syrup And Meanwhile Hip Hop Is Dead
I’m Here To NARCAN You Inside The 808, Bro (Oh)
Once Upon A Time In Italy
Where The Road Dazzles You, Music Saves You
This Is The Hymn To The Rabble, The Dogo Does Not Bark
People Gave Me This Medal
Once Upon A Time In Italy
Where The Road Dazzles You, Music Saves You
This Is The Hymn To The Rabble, The Dogo Does Not Bark
People Gave Me This Medal
Yeah
I Bless The Micro (Bless), Realism In What I Say (Seh)
Connected To The Macro, My Word Is One, The Flow Is Sacred
I Fill Your Girl Like A Taco (Ahah)
If I Open And Cut These Rappers Like A Package
I’ll Crush You Like The Bull’s Balls In The Tunnel
I Got To The Top All By Myself, My Mother
I Was Calling With The Debit Among The Desperate (Seh)
We Became Icons, Like DSquarati (Yeah)
We’ll Explode Fireworks In Your Face
Dogo Is Back, People On The Street Still Have Dog Tattoos On Their Arms (Ah)
Those Necklaces Of Yours Look Good On My Neck
My Parents Take Your Life Away, Bro, They Don’t Take Away Your Follow (Yeah)
I’m The Leader Of The Cult, Free Like Acapulco (Ah)
These Look Like Bieber (Yeah), Said Like An Insult (Seh)
Superstars, You Are My Guests At Hotel Plaza
Take Your Feet Off The Table, The Bosses Have Gone Home
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