Espresso Martini (feat. Marconi Impara y Yan Block)

(Ayayay)
(Bo-Boy, boy)

What's up, my crazy girl? I'll pick you up
Put on something really cool, there are paparazzi in the rest, eh?
Today's is from Japan, yesterday someone spoke to me in French
Sex is the language (boy, boy)

Walking around the block, I even worked at Chanel
I have my mind in sport mode, your envy is not going to get to me
Hey, even though I have more than a million, I'll always go back to the neighborhood
All my people know

I load the magazine
Triple H in the ring
I always go all-in
New York City with the Timbs

With Rauw, listening: The owners of the street
Catching some babies that walk around the valley
This flow doesn't come out no matter how much you practice it
We have more tricks than Inspector Gadget, ayayay

She moves it, moves it in the tube
The bucket is always full
From his mouth, smoke passes to me
A girlfriend, she had

And I like it like that, half a beast, it calms down with the bi
I give it to you daily, I'm Eddie Dee
I'm having a party at home, welcome to my crib
Oh, God, oh, God

Could it be? What could it be? Could it be that I have a badass flow?
Espresso martini, the Bugatti and the Mille are tourbillon (boy, okay)
I'll suck your asshole, use my face as an armchair
Climb on, I know what you need

What's up, my crazy girl? I'll pick you up
Put on something really cool, there are paparazzi in the rest, eh?
Today's is from Japan, yesterday someone spoke to me in French
Sex is the language

Walking around the block, I even worked at Chanel
I have my mind in sport mode, your envy is not going to get to me
Hey, even though I have more than a million, I'll always go back to the neighborhood
All my people know

I screwed your lady and fame
Weekend, they are a couple of bitches'
Chichamo' and piché
Here are a couple of Hummers

I make him suck, suck, suck
They threw the bad one, so I didn't call here anymore
You screw with Yan, your plans are screwed
And if you fuck with everything, the alligators will eat you, yeah

Four contracts without a deal on a plate
I do not share my business data
I'm a pitcher, even Bad Bo knows it
I went up in rank, I'm now at Rambo level

You lick yourself, I lick myself, the ass licks you
The friend kissing her, what's going on?
Having a great time in the room
Chopping the song into two songs'

She says she paints, but to me she paints and scrapes
I look in the mirror and what I see is a rockstar
But I'm a trapstar, I want a pornstar
I have the cake, that's why it's mounted
Bastard, you don't ride them, ha

Unravelling on a ten thousand check
With tussi, this 'bitch' becomes happy
She misses this bug, she misses my ex
But I'm into music, pussy and flex

(I'm into music, pussy and flex)
Ayayay
(The block's bargain, motherfucker)