Giuseppe Zanotti

Another day, another hit, with pure brothers and it was
They don't fall in love, the gangsters
We're flashy and elegant
In the Mercedes I walk in the East
Pure antisocial mood
We're flashy, soon we'll be on the planes
Traveling to New York, fulfilling the dream we had as kids

With Giuseppe I upholster you
All the faces you step on
I'm going to the top because God wanted it
With my lyrics I give you goosebumps

With Giuseppe I upholster you
All the faces you step on
I'm going to the top because God wanted it
With my lyrics I give you goosebumps

Be careful, the street is on fire
We're on the track, soon I take off
To the top, slowly but surely
With pure brothers, pure companions

Giuseppe, Louis Vuitton
Ship of the year, button cut
At 220 in the big machine and in the cove the forty
As I climb higher, these worms envy me
Don't try your luck, we're like Sicilian
Getting involved early
To have a good life and take care of mom, that's what we dream of
And show off that we buy at Gucci

Dressed up, you're flashy, the clothes we have are exclusive
You walk slowly with the Tussi, the kids in the hood with UZI
What do they do: Ra-ta-tá for the legs, the bullets
No snitch or I'll stick it in your face
Chala, don't compare yourself, I walk exclusively with expensive clothes

I enter the club, all day and I renew it
I'm with the guys, I don't walk with fools
We're kids, but I steal the show
Bring your friends, we'll pay for everything

And we light up a bat, so the fools can rescue
In the matte black mini, in the East the Casalle
They don't fall in love, the gangsters
We're flashy and elegant
In the Mercedes down in the East
Pure antisocial mood

Upholstered, smoking calmly I just observe the two-faced
They want to cut my career, but they don't stand in front of me
I passed them by, I bought the ticket to the USA
But I didn't ask anyone for mine, I paid for it myself
Soon we'll be on LAN, they give the green light to take off
At Gucci I'll buy, I'm going to take the exclusive stuff from the mall
A palace in front of the sea for my mom, brr

With Giuseppe I upholster you
All the faces you step on
I'm going to the top because God wanted it
With my lyrics I give you goosebumps

With Giuseppe I upholster you
We don't collaborate with spells
I'm going up with the precise ones
With the gun I paralyze them

Money by law, luxury every day
I'm full of gold, she likes Jere Klein
Code with Sprite, that's what's up
All my boys in the game for the ma'
I also have my metals
Only my buddy Quillayes
If yours move kilos
Mine move Kiyale

I've seen fools tell me: My brother, I love you
They turned their backs and I extended my hand
Thanks to God for all we prayed for
Today we combine with Giuseppe
And we crush them with music (Jairo Vera)

Here total moa piacere, BM, Mercedes
They love to see me bad, but it hurts them to see me well
Antisocial from hotel to hotel
With Giuseppe Zanotti, stuck in the nets
Flaunting on the bike, smoking a blackberry blunt
I'm slow, but precise because good things always take time

With Giuseppe I upholster you
All the faces you step on
I'm going to the top because God wanted it
With my lyrics I give you goosebumps

With Giuseppe I upholster you
All the faces you step on
I'm going to the top because God wanted it
With my lyrics I give you goosebumps

We have transparent combs so you can see the Glock bullets
All the retro Jordans and exclusive brand clothes
That don't have a store in the mall
I walk with active people in the field
I don't fold or iron pants
And even if I get hit and become a millionaire
I won't forget that I'm from the hood
The Palabreo

Before we had nothing and now we don't even count what we spend
The nothing, the gun has a button because both are from the year
The clothes imported from Europe, Italy, from Milan
Now I dress first class
And we travel first class

In the ship of the year
For those who left I light a joint
With a couple of whores giving me a bath
And in the big machine, smoking a blunt, wo-oh-oh
I have a forty in case they cause harm

Money by law, luxury every day
I'm full of gold, she likes Jere Klein
Code with Sprite, that's what's up
All my boys in the game for the ma'
I also have my metals
Only my buddy Quillayes
If yours move kilos
Mine move Kiyale

I've seen fools tell me: My brother, I love you
They turned their backs and I extended my hand
Thanks to God for all we prayed for
Today we combine with Giuseppe
And we crush them with music (Jairo Vera)

Here total moa piacere, BM, Mercedes
They love to see me bad, but it hurts them to see me well
Antisocial from hotel to hotel
With Giuseppe Zanotti, stuck in the nets
Flaunting on the bike, smoking a blackberry blunt
I'm slow, but precise because good things always take time

With Giuseppe I upholster you
All the faces you step on
I'm going to the top because God wanted it
With my lyrics I give you goosebumps

With Giuseppe I upholster you
We don't collaborate with spells
I'm going up with the precise ones
With the gun I paralyze them

The money is spent on exclusive Italian brand Roberto Cavalli
Exclusive clothes, exclusive life, From Chile all day in Miami
I piss on the Statue of Liberty, don't talk about code or loyalty
The clown blesses me, take care of me from all the damn cops

You're a yellow, a Malaya, just for show
Important that I catch you because I'm going to take your chain and medal
We have guns for problems, there are bullets if they hate me
They regret it when you die, but in life they didn't give it to you

We come from the swamp, with the baby or with the hand
With two long magazines in case all those worms cross us
We go out with the R Sport, on the mission that the Lord takes care of me
Those fools want to pretend but they're not

They've never put their hands on and I'm out early
Now I dress in brand names and they envy me, I know
They all envy the kids thinking they're made of Italian gold
[?], Buddy I don't know how you are

My Zanotti are from Italy, your stuff is from the Persian
Don't brag with a couple of clothes if later they'll bring out the gun
And I know none of them steals it like this bambino
With a fine cut, Louis V the jacket and the Moschino sneakers

Because they envy me they throw me the bad
They're R when they see me up in the Meche
We're all going to the top, on a non-stop trip
Like Tomas Shelby, pure brothers, I have no friends
And I throw it in your face, a burst for your face

They all suck it slowly and behind your back they defame you
If we take out the. 40 we unload the bullets
We get to Colo because we bury the panorama right away
On the feet Louis V, Versace, whirlwind a roulette
Cover that face, don't lie to me in the game
Damn Malaya who left everyone dry for featuring
To ñato for the piss

Ey, ey
This is Jairo Vera
Tell me Chiko Alfa, Chiko Alfa more
Kefanantony, El Palabreo
Ey, ey, Jere Klein, El Rey
Tell me Lulo, we always walk with Abraham Wayne
Benji Gramitos, NickBoy, [?]
Gringuito Records, Sky in the house
Tell me LudenSanta Olga, Cerro Navia, Pudahuel, pure flies
El Goldo De Las Conec, Gringuito Records
With the connections, tell me Iván
Mateo On The Beatz, by law, by law
Butter the most
The golden clown like all my damn chains