Rana

You are envious, you are a pigeon
I reached your lady
It always puts you in tachycardia
When Gucci stops
I know you talk behind my back
But you greet me if you see me around
Leave your hypocrisy, your fallacy, mommy
You're clear to me

I give you a frog, buddy
You don't have the cool stuff
Like me, that's why
I know I gave myself fame
To take a thousand women to bed
But you can't do it
I give you a frog, buddy
You don't have the cool stuff
Like me, that's why
I know I gave myself fame
To take a thousand women to bed
But you can't do it

Mrc with his lady
I'm clear about the rest
What you get into, baby

What burns in your chest
It's called envy and that's what will kill you
That's why you spread poison
Unhappy with what's yours, you covet what's others
The cemetery is full of people like you
I left that bad life behind

You like to talk and gossip, let's get to the point
And you keep saying you're cool
If you keep messing around, damn pigeon, how sad your end will be

I give you a frog, buddy
You don't have the cool stuff
Like me, that's why
I know I gave myself fame
To take a thousand women to bed
But you can't do it
I give you a frog, buddy
You don't have the cool stuff
Like me, that's why
I know I gave myself fame
To take a thousand women to bed
But you can't do it

Gucci
Karetta
And m free
Tra tra tra tra

Buddy, you're not made of iron
For you, the others
It runs through your veins
Because I dedicate this song to the server
Because you speak ill of me
But my mom is the best

Tell me, frog, what's your problem
If you see well, envy burns you
From the avenue with a cream mommy
And I notice you tense when Gucci stops, hey

I'm always cool, I'm up to date
A bunch of people I run for my own
I pass on suffering until I didn't want to
Tell me where I am
But my bad, mine
I'm always cool, I'm up to date
A bunch of people I run for my own
I pass on suffering until I didn't want to
Tell me where I am
But my bad, mine

I give you a frog, buddy
You don't have the cool stuff
Like me, that's why
I know I gave myself fame
To take a thousand women to bed
But you can't do it
I give you a frog, buddy
You don't have the cool stuff
Like me, that's why
I know I gave myself fame
To take a thousand women to bed
But you can't do it

You are envious, you are a pigeon
I reached your lady
It always puts you in tachycardia
When Gucci stops
I know you talk behind my back
But you greet me if you see me around
Leave your hypocrisy, your fallacy, mommy
You're clear to me