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franco - d.i.b lyrics

your life’s a mess
sergio tacchini sweats ,cover my legs
rings around the fingers like a newly wed
the creps blue and red , jesus piece dangle on my chest
you know i get that money like i debt collect
i ain’t tell a fib, im rapping bout the life i live
this rock up on my wrist is high vis
if i was breaking fingers for every time that you lied kid
your whole f*cking hand would be covered with arthritis
this sh*t is priceless , i’m living righteous
you small like mice sh*t , you better refer to me as your highness
i’m like a spoiled kid cause i got this game in a vice grip
they tried to confiscate the sh*t but they could never find it
abruzzo roots ,no such thing as a truce
where i’m from ill take your shoes
and leave you with a missing tooth
i just get in the booth and execute
my girls extra cute, sh*t my side b*tch is special too
i’m eating pasta marinara at lygon, i been a fly don
since dudes was wearing high tops
now i’m getting green like walking on grass with white socks
f*ck with my money, you gon get put up in a pine box
give me my props , your girls lips be dry dog
now they got a white gloss from sucking on my cyclops
thats quite raw, she on top of my meat like pie sauce
i’m not stopping till i pull a white porsche
with the double exhaust and the wheat coloured floors
look at my pores i barely have any flaws
i ain’t tall but my money tall
i shake my motherf*cking wrist it cause a thunderstorm
i’m a completely different species
these bums on these streets
remind me of faeces
you won’t find a singular crease up on my fleece, i’m that neat
i got the bag full of chips like cc’s
the vv’s on my neck look like a priest’s piece
the chains that you rocking looking murky like a creek g
the sneaks on my feat antique they blue and white like greece
el jako’s a machine on the beats
he eats copper with a side of grease, cause he a different breed
bumble bee on my sleeve
i’m buzzing, i’m doing everything you doesn’t times that by a dozen
i slid my meat into her oven and she started humming
i’m mean muggin her m*ffin and then i’m busting
the b*tch wanna go public but i want nothing

- d i b lyrics

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