Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh
Yeah-eh, eh, eh-eh-eh
Yeah, ah
We’re stuck in the green, yeah-yeah (Damn Sosa, got this crazy)
(Ah, ah)
Yeah-eh-eh
Andamo’ stuck in the greens (Pow)
The kilos arrive in December
All snake dress (Gucci)
With a baby who lies to me (Lies)
Baby face, fuckin’ king (Oh-oh)
She looks at me and mentions my name (Eh-eh)
I’m rockin’ like Kurt Cobain
My garments shine, I go by Philipp Plein
The babes call me so I can pay them (Huh; yeah-eh-eh), and I pay them without any problem (Huh)
I listened to your album, it seems like a parody, I swear that shit makes me sad (Pow-pow-pow-pow-pow)
I go out to party, I feel Neymar, I continue with Bardero$, I’m really dying (Yeah-eh)
A couple of idiots tell me the wrong way, but more than one wants to kill themselves
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he wants to kill himself
Yeah, yeah, more than one wants to kill themselves (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Yeah, yeah (Ah), yeah (Ah), he wants to kill himself (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), more than one wants to kill themselves
We’re stuck in the green
The kilos arrive in December
Dressed all in snake (Oh-oh)
With a baby who lies to me
Baby face, fuckin’ king (Ah-ah)
She looks at me and mentions my name (Ah-ah)
I’m rockin’ like Kurt Cobain (Yeah-eh-eh)
My garments shine, I go by Philipp Plein
We’re stuck in the greens (Pow)
The kilos arrive in December (Eh-eh)
Dressed all in snake (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
With a baby who lies to me (Ah-ah)
Baby face, fuckin’ king (Ah-ah)
She looks at me and mentions my name (Ah-ah)
I’m rockin’ like Kurt Cobain (Pow)
My garments shine, I go by Philipp Plein
I go on a caravan, I always go with mine
But, okay, one more, everything is fine here
Crazy, I’m loose writing my way
Surely they want to take me down, but they don’t have the edge
I don’t know what they are talking about, for me they are asleep
The ‘little boy’ on the street is now ‘grown up’
I know who I’m with, I’m with the village
Fuckin’ good player, we’re always blessed (Yeah)
Diamond mode, I’m in sport mode
And we never had support (Oh-oh)
This is pure work and sweat
Daddy, I have no comparison
In the game, I can’t love you
I’m making a work of art (Oh-oh)
You tried to stain me to go up
Mine is great, you are a fraud
Yeah, yeah, everyone is looking for me (Ah-ah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), I’m killing the scene
You were left face to face, we started from scratch
I stole your whore like a bandit
She came up to me and said, “I love you.”
But I’m only interested in money
Andamo’ stuck in the greens (Pow)
The kilos arrive in December (Eh-eh)
Dressed all in snake (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
With a baby who lies to me (Lies to me; ah-ah)
Baby face, fuckin’ king (Yeah, yeah)
She looks at me and mentions my name (My name)
I’m rockin’ like Kurt Cobain
My garments shine, I go by Philipp Plein (Plein)
Yeah-eh, eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh
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