Around with the vultures, in fact a hawk followed us
When I mix alcohol, I don’t go down, I at most go up
In every sense, double clean cuts, I don’t shade shit
Weapons in the port of Taranto, it becomes Pearl Harbor
‘This product will send you to the moon like Neil Armstrong
My idol is a black man who sings, he’s not Louis Armstrong
Dirty banknotes pass AIDS in the bathroom
We paid 8.30 for a kilo of fucking smoke
Oh my God, I made money by hardly saying anything
Talking about white, weapons and love like a mussel
Money is an obsession, I sleepwalk for it
They gave me a voice, I swear I won’t return voiceless
Gyeah, I did more damage than expected
I have friends in prison in France, like the Count of Monte Cristo
I was at a crossroads: either I risk it or I risk it
In Massafra only climbs and drug addicts like in San Francisco
Yo, southerner, southerner, southerner, southerner
I’m having lunch with my mom, having dinner in a tenor place
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner
I have friends with long beards who scare everyone
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner
I shake everyone’s hand, from the laborer to the councilor
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner (Ah)
Being the best has become an obsession (Yeah), ah
Lloco isn’t cold, not even in Vienna, it’s hard for those who don’t want to
‘And women from the South are demanding, ‘and women from the North are expensive
I come from where you’re sleeping, either because you’re tired or because you’re sleeping
Either because they’re gone, in any case you’ll always get it
Ugh, what is it? Almost almost me dongo ô pop
‘O clown, I don’t want anything, I’m almost ghosting you
In the evening I do ncoppa and dongo maje
And turn off all these deaf ones, I’ll pay them and I won’t notice?
I’m not coming before or after
Stongo tied to everyone
Nice ‘o video, when you ate miso ‘and red machines
I start from the assumption, when there are pains, songo ‘and ours
Napule is a friend, Napule is for life
Ta-ta-ta, inside the glass of the machine
But what you need to understand is that he understood me
I keep a hood and salaries to give, now I’m ready to move, move, move
Poor people are dealing with them
I don’t overtake, but I know better
I’m shooting after you, if you happen to know, it’s a target shot
Enough, because what happened will be demonstrated by the price already made
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner
I’m having lunch with my mom, having dinner in a tenor place
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner
I have friends with long beards who scare everyone
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner
I shake everyone’s hand, from the laborer to the councilor
Southerner, Southerner, Southerner, Southerner
Being the best has become an obsession
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