Lyrics: [?] Oh Jesus Then I'll explain to you Pesto, bro, strong like I'm Heihachi Maison Margiela on my feet, no Huarache I dress Loredana C with a point I have cannons that smoke like an Apache Then I'll explain to you, how to do it, then I'll explain You talk to me, yeah, but bro, I don't care Beautiful crowd, all fine If you don't understand what I'm talking about, baby, then I'll explain New Louboutin on this chick's feet, hey I love this kitten like Hello! Spank Sbadabang, good taste mmm Baby tastes like fruit I create fashion, I don't follow it, I even hate Calcutta They're all praying in my dissing, all these rappers So then on CMC, bro, they make memes of them I'm flexing in a Lambo, so what's the deal? She takes off her lightning bolt and then, and then, and then- Your slow girl, when will she recover? Talking like Lilly Marvellous, bro People talk, talk (pss), whisper That the new album is out "Wow, how marvelous" Papi has arrived, so everyone go to bed, oh I put these losers on airplane mode, oh I make more movies than Pupi, bro, with these groupies I conduct the orchestra and I'm the boss, so shut up Pesto, bro, strong like I'm Heihachi Maison Margiela on my feet, no Huarache I dress Loredana C with a point I have cannons that smoke like an Apache Then I'll explain to you, how to do it, then I'll explain You talk to me, yeah, but bro, I don't care Beautiful crowd, all fine If you don't understand what I'm talking about, baby, then I'll explain What the fuck are you looking at? Lower your eyes On these streets, you take them like Brumotti They say I have an ugly face, I look like a criminal If they said it to you too, it's because you suck Crash Bandicoot, I destroy all these crates To get rid of this piece, bro, you need the after An icon in the industry like a Stratocaster She sucks it like a Ghostbusters trap Don't act all fancy, you're not Katy Perry If you don't come to my house, you don't know what you're missing I'm icy, little brother, yeah, like a mammoth So fresh that my live shows need moon boots You're all on my dick, yeah, Banana Boat First album and you already understand, bro, who the fucking GOAT is She calls me and says "Mike, please wait" She wants to fuck with me, she wants to fuck with the legend I dress, bro, strong like I'm Heihachi Maison Margiela on my feet, no Huarache I dress Loredana C with a point I have cannons that smoke like an Apache Then I'll explain to you, how to do it, then I'll explain You talk to me, yeah, but bro, I don't care Beautiful crowd, all fine If you don't understand what I'm talking about, baby, then I'll explain
