Soldi Puliti

We enter the parties without invitations
Mixing profit with clean money
The B stands for Brabus, thirsty for liters
Death is near, nine millimeters away

Heart in metal closed in a cler
I always have problems, but I wear Hermes
Touching millions doesn't change my brothers
Well, now send it back in two

Prayers have filled the church
It doesn't change anything, but it increases the expense
The neighborhood has the mark of the beast
That's why with eyes even behind the head

My dick boxes with his tonsils
Deserves an award with thousand euro bags
Better broke or in prison than dead
But always better dead than betray (let's go)

A father's mistakes make your life much more difficult
It took twenty years to understand
That feelings should be kept close (exactly)
Cold looks, hearts are cold

Honest enemies, infamous colleagues (Milan)
You're a fish swimming in the tank
But this Glock also shoots underwater
Uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh, look at how many doubted Shiva (Exactly)
Look at how many talked about Shiva (How many)

My success is the best revenge
Uoh, uoh, uoh, uoh, I clean up the mess and recycle the figure
Don't ask me about the scene in Ita
I just know it's my favorite bitch (Brr, pow)

We enter the parties without invitations (Boo, boo)
Mixing profit with clean money (Milan)
The B stands for Brabus, thirsty for liters
Death is near, nine millimeters away (Ueoh, ueoh, uoeh)

Heart in metal closed in a cler
I always have problems, but I wear Hermes
Touching millions doesn't change my brothers
Well, now send it back in two

Okay, my bag is expanding
Just Date, the date shines too
I have six thousand euros jacket
It hasn't been worn yet

Mine have turned singing while yours have sung it (Infamous)
I cover the void with various new cars
I don't use keys, they start with a button
But if I still have all these problems it's because I'm trying to dodge the devil

Few understand, many love me
Too many criticize me and what do they do? (What?)
So now I explain the differences
There are those who do things, there are those who see them
There are those who make millions and there are those who make memes

I am the one who does and doesn't ask
Santana is forever

We enter the parties without invitations (Boo, boo)
Mixing profit with clean money (Milan)
The B stands for Brabus, thirsty for liters
Death is near, nine millimeters away (Ueoh, ueoh, uoeh)

Heart in metal closed in a cler
I always have problems, but I wear Hermes
Touching millions doesn't change my brothers
Well, now send it back in two

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