Mike Tyson

2nd Roof Music

Sosa, sto nel club, no security

Attivo già dall'una

Oddio, ho iniziato da due pezzi

Adesso champagne e tu sì, tu sì

Le dico: "Dai, sali su"

Muovi quel culo, mami (vai), fumando dried Cali'

Volo privato, Bali

Pacco parte dall'areoporto

Trappo finché non sarà morto

Lambo, scappo al posto di blocco

Strappo le collane dal collo

E diventano tre

Comprerò un quadro di Monet

Orecchino e bracciali Cartier

Non vado, non basta il cachet (Okay, Sosa)

I go Tyson

Just know I'm no hypeman

I don't bark, I bite, man

Go on, pass that mic here

I go Tyson

Your main bitch try ride me

I'm your favourite nightmare

I might go all night, man

Bigger, I mean bigger Glock

Stick-up kids, get niggas shot

I remember laying low and praying that my mixtape popped

Woop, I did it once and I said I'ma-woop

Show me respect every time that we talk

When I'm at the party it's popping

In Berlin or London, Milan or New York

Get me outside, you I'm Rolling Stone

Day that I die, I'ma go Rolling Stone

Self-made, I rose and built a summer home

I ride with a blicky, I'm sitting on chrome

Talking to shawty, I'm called Casanova

Daytime I'm naughty, at night I'm a muslim

And I'll keep on fighting 'till this shit is over

For TBHG, yeah, that's my Cosa Nostra

I go Tyson

Just know I'm no hypeman

I don't bark, I bite, man

Go on, pass that mic here

I go Tyson

Your main bitch try ride me

I'm your favourite nightmare

I might go all night, man

I go Tyson

I go Tyson

I go Tyson

Just know I'm no hypeman

I don't bark, I bite, man

Go on, pass that mic here

I go Tyson