Lazza Gigolò Lyrics English Translation
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Baby, you take me for a gigolo
I almost think it's ridiculous
My brother calls me when you sleep
And he tells me 'Let's go for a ride, bro'
Zzala is made of steel like Jeeg Robot
'Sti idiots even if they have an iron, between', they are not of my caliber
We don't add a seat to him at the table
If one of these nights, brother, the devil comes to caress me
He will mean that he wants the soul
I love you I said it once in a lifetime but not to you
I don't know who you are or what you want
If you want my number, I've got 41, send me some Chanel
It's six o'clock, let's talk later, hey
Often it happens to me that I don't even know what to say anymore
I wrote over a hundred rhymes with no happy ending
As if it were normal to get up at a PM time
With diamonds in the earlobes and asses in the DMs
Gold record for the first record, also Zzala
Because music is my father, the street is my mother
I have nothing to share with these poor ones
Who have made the differentiation to differentiate themselves
Baby, I'm not a gigolo, ah
Among the buildings like Jeeg Robot, ah
These streets are cold but
I have a new jacket from Vuitton, ah
How much it costs to be free you don't know
Much more than these machines, this ice
Time is ticking on my Audemars, ah
While reading the time from the iPhone, eh
Plaza, Plaza, yes, he's exaggerating
I won't change my frero, we are separated at birth, ok
On top of a white Panamera, smoking Californian
My friend from the third floor, ok
Bring me some new Chanel, pretty good
Good at fucking all these sluts
I made it double platinum on the first album
Yes, I made it pretty heavy, bro, I don't care
Ganga, Zzala and Zapla
I'm with Sfera at Cartier, you at Zara
I have to fill the purse, yes, with dough
I'm thinking about doing that and making another one
Yeah, yeah, this is Plaza, Mr. Plaza
Ask your girlfriend too
Baby, shake that ass and it won't stop anymore
Four days, four pussies, too many déjà-vu
I'm counting money, I don't miss her (miss)
They also ask for photos if I'm in the bank, yay
This infamous talks, no, he doesn't like it
At twenty-one I did what you want, yeah (bang bang)
Baby, I'm not a gigolo, ah
Among the buildings like Jeeg Robot, ah
These streets are cold but
I have a new jacket from Vuitton, ah
How much it costs to be free you don't know
Much more than these machines, this ice
Time is ticking on my Audemars, ah
While reading the time from the iPhone, eh
Baby, I'm not a gigolo, ah
Baby, I'm not a gigolo, eh
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