PIOVE (feat. Sfera Ebbasta)

Lazza

IT'S RAINING (feat. Sfera Ebbasta)

Diego
333 Mob

Okay, it’s raining, says a brother
Means get moving even if it’s outside
They’re soaking up the sun, fuck the cops
Okay, it’s raining, says a brother
Means get moving even if it’s outside
They’re soaking up the sun, fuck the cops

Okay, Zzala, I don’t pose
I didn’t start shit, I just finished things
Hope this time these lost kids act like wolves
Watch the show, bro, we leave holes, let me book it
Okay, put down the war axe, shit face, I’m telling you: Enough
Don’t adjust the mic stand anymore, you can put the mic up for sale
Musical mafia like Frank Sinatra, she’s filling up, gas station
Bro, it’s not Balenciaga, but it’s Prada, bro, you talk and think nothing

I throw money like a frisbee
And you run like it’s an inning
You’re a thot with lipstick
I’m toxic like Britney
Marinero, marinero
You talk, talk, and you’re worth zero
You know I’ve got more than one friend making that dinero
With an egg in my pocket like Calimero

Euros are raining, damn, leaving the umbrella at home
Your girl’s drooling over me
I take her to the bathroom and smudge her lipstick, damn, hey
The kid from Cinisello has grown up
You, sorry, you’re not leveling up (brr)
Up and down like drugs in excess (brr, brr, brr, brr)
I want it and I take it (uh)
I run a quarter mile, got a quarter mill on my wrist (skrrt-skrrt)
I come from where just a look tells them what you’re wearing (bu-bu-bu-bu)
Don’t talk to me, it’s written on my face that I’m in a bad mood
Someone wants me dead
I’ve gotten rid of all the envious and the shady around me (pah-pah-pah-pah)
You’ve never seen a millie, you’ve never seen a kilo (brr)
Never seen mom cry on rent day (brr, brr, brr)
800 horses aren’t enough if we’re out (skrrt-skrrt)
You want to be the boss, but you’re a little pony