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escape to italy - sk laflare lyrics

[verse 1]
she from sicily, my b-tch be italian
she steady cooking up fetuccini and salmon
spaghetti plus salad, riding gucci, i’m styling
all these hoochies wilding, laflare [?]
[?], lamborghini diablo
get your chip for the cheese, call a young n-gga nacho
whole fam sipping wine, i feel like we won the lotto
i got all black cars filled with all bad models

[hook]
yeah b-tch i’m in the getty, b-tch i’m in the getty
you know i am laflare davinci
laflare pic-sso, bobby and whitney
i am [?] rolling on [?]
i got your b-tch posed naked while a n-gga painting
got your b-tch posed naked while a n-gga painting
got your b-tch posed naked while a n-gga painting
got your b-tch posed naked and i ain’t even playing
[?] like that
yeah i got the touch, whip it out [?]
need a new brush, hold up [?] i’ll be right back
need a new brush, hold up [?] i’ll be right back

[verse 2]
i make her call me laflare davinci, that chopper mona lisa
choppers hanging by the tv, that’s portraits by the [?]
every boss breathing need a mob wife like [?]
i’m in that mob life, black suit, i’m the reaper
silks and versace, i k!ll for a [?]
[?] six rings, left hand liberachi
right hand john gotti, i might plan to party
and take everybody, [?] in the lobby
that’s how i get it started, [?] got the mollies
tell that n-gga gucci hit me if he need somebody

[hook]

- sk laflare lyrics

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