C C - Dark Polo Gang

Ho un crocifisso al collo, i pantaloni bianchi

Domenica mattina fresco per andare in chiesa

La tua troia ci sorride, le facciamo un sorriso

DPG tre sette, abbiamo crack cocaina

Ho un crocifisso al collo, i pantaloni bianchi

Domenica mattina fresco per andare in chiesa

La tua troia ci sorride, le facciamo un sorriso

DPG tre sette, abbiamo crack cocaina

Ho un Gesù Cristo al collo, i pantaloni bianchi

Catene d’oro bianco, troie bianche come il latte

Bastardi buon Natale, diamo via pezzi gratis

Kush sopra l’iPad, tre pezzi sopra l’iPhone

Non conosci la Dark, quindi non parlarne

Lei vuole avere un figlio, ma ho soltanto vent’anni

Giovane Pyrex, crack baby, Rolex, crack fashion

I miei ragazzi volano come colombe nel cielo bro

Dammi un paio di Balmain, non fotto con quei Levi’s

Puoi chiamarmi Wayne Santana oppure Giovane Presley

Puoi beccarmi in giro, 24 self service

Non mi trovi sull’iPhone, cercami sul BlackBerry

Laviamo soldi sporchi poi diventano liquidi

Fotti sette stronzi poi diventano lividi

Abbiamo crack cocaina in primavera e in inverno

Al tuo funerale vestiti di bianco

Non ce ne frega un cazzo tanto andiamo all’inferno

Spendo questi soldi come se non ho tempo

Scopo queste tipe come se non le avessi

DPG triplo sette come mamma c’ha fatto

Postati sopra il petto, vita, morte e miracoli

Troia mi sorride, sa che faccio miracoli

Ho il paradiso in tasca, un monumento sul polso

Oro sul mio collo, Papa Tony Bergoglio

Doppia G, doppia F, firme sulla mia cinta (Fendi)

Se passo ti casca il naso, abbiamo crack cocaina

Se passo lei mi sorride, le facciamo un sorriso

La chiamo stupida poi la mando via

Pantaloni bianchi, fresco per il colloquio

Troia vuole me perché so quello che voglio

Troia vuole me perché ho due chili sul collo

Balmain, piovono soldi, giuro che ho perso il conto

Ho un crocifisso al collo, i pantaloni bianchi

Domenica mattina fresco per andare in chiesa

La tua troia ci sorride, le facciamo un sorriso

DPG tre sette, abbiamo crack cocaina

Ho un crocifisso al collo, i pantaloni bianchi

Domenica mattina fresco per andare in chiesa

La tua troia ci sorride, le facciamo un sorriso

DPG tre sette, abbiamo crack cocaina

I have a crucifix around my neck, white pants

Cool Sunday morning to go to church

Your bitch smiles at us, we give her a smile

DPG three sevens, we have crack cocaine

I have a crucifix around my neck, white pants

Cool Sunday morning to go to church

Your bitch smiles at us, we give her a smile

DPG three sevens, we have crack cocaine

I have a Jesus Christ around my neck, white pants

Chains of white gold, whores as white as milk

Merry Christmas bastards, let's give away pieces for free

Kush on top of the iPad, three pieces on top of the iPhone

You don't know the Dark, so don't talk about it

She wants to have a child, but I'm only twenty years old

Young Pyrex, crack baby, Rolex, crack fashion

My boys fly like doves in the sky bro

Give me a pair of Balmain, I don't fuck with those Levi's

You can call me Wayne Santana or Young Presley

You can catch me around, 24 self service

You can't find me on the iPhone, look for me on the BlackBerry

We wash dirty money then it becomes liquid

You fuck seven assholes then they get bruised

We have crack cocaine in the spring and winter

At your funeral, dress in white

We don't give a shit so let's go to hell

I spend this money as if I don't have time

I fuck these girls like I don't have them

DPG triple seven like mom did

Posted on the chest, life, death and miracles

Slut smiles at me, she knows I work miracles

I have heaven in my pocket, a monument on my wrist

Gold on my neck, Pope Tony Bergoglio

Double G, double F, signatures on my belt (Fendi)

If I pass your nose, we have crack cocaine

If I pass she smiles at me, we give her a smile

I call her stupid then send her away

White pants, cool for the interview

Slut wants me because I know what I want

Slut wants me because I have two kilos on my neck

Balmain, it's raining money, I swear I've lost count

I have a crucifix around my neck, white pants

Cool Sunday morning to go to church

Your bitch smiles at us, we give her a smile

DPG three sevens, we have crack cocaine

I have a crucifix around my neck, white pants

Cool Sunday morning to go to church

Your bitch smiles at us, we give her a smile

DPG three sevens, we have crack cocaine