HEAVY - DrefGold, Smokepurpp

Komparema

Okay, okay

Ehi, ehi, ehi

Oh

Adesso che ho ventitre anni

Come Jordan e LeBron adesso che c'è

Bussi alla porta, ma non mi richiami, piacere (Ehh)

Non si fanno più vedere, adesso possono scappare

Molta gente non è vera, molti raccontano fiabe

Sai che non voglio i soldi degli altri

Ho la testa che vola e sopra le ali

E non mi fa ancora un problema prestarli

Dammi, l’IBAN e i tuoi conti bancari (Ehh)

La vita salta, sbanca, chiude le porte, cambia, non vuole storie

Vernice bianca, sotto le suole

È gonfio il Bancomat

Ho alzato pesi, heavy

Quello che tocco è heavy

Ho quello a cui non credi

Angeli sui miei Devil

Ho alzato pesi, heavy

Quello che tocco è heavy

Ho quello a cui non credi

Angeli sui miei Devil

Everything that I touch going platinum

prob’ly somewhere in

Got rings on my fingers, they looking like Saturn

I light up the room, you should call me a lantern

I’m a big dog, I don’t need no help

She give me hand on, unbuckle my belt

I fuck on that bitch, put that bitch on the shelf

I got some bad bitches, tell a nigga to put on my ex

Nigga, just me then the choppa go grrr, I don’t do the talk

I can’t go offline, I’m keeping it on me

I got a bad bitch and she putting it on me

I’m popping these percies, I feel like a zombie

I flex on these niggas 'cause they was above me

Ho alzato pesi, heavy

Quello che tocco è heavy

Ho quello a cui non credi

Angeli sui miei Devil

Ho alzato pesi, heavy

Quello che tocco è heavy

Ho quello a cui non credi

Angeli sui miei Devil

Komparema

Okay, okay

Hey, hey, hey

Oh

Now that I'm twenty three

Like Jordan and LeBron now that he's here

Knock on the door, but don't call me back, please (Ehh)

They don't show up anymore, now they can escape

Many people are not real, many tell fairy tales

You know I don't want other people's money

My head is flying and above my wings

And it still doesn't make me a problem to lend them

Give me, the IBAN and your bank accounts (Ehh)

Life jumps, breaks, closes the doors, changes, doesn't want stories

White paint, under the soles

The ATM is swollen

I lifted weights, heavy

What I touch is heavy

I have what you don't believe in

Angels on my Devils

I lifted weights, heavy

What I touch is heavy

I have what you don't believe in

Angels on my Devils

Everything that I touch going platinum

prob’ly somewhere in

Got rings on my fingers, they looking like Saturn

I light up the room, you should call me a lantern

I'm a big dog, I don't need no help

She give me hand on, unbuckle my belt

I fuck on that bitch, put that bitch on the shelf

I got some bad bitches, tell a nigga to put on my ex

Nigga, just me then the choppa go grrr, I don't do the talk

I can't go offline, I'm keeping it on me

I got a bad bitch and she putting it on me

I'm popping these percies, I feel like a zombie

I flex on these niggas' cause they was above me

I lifted weights, heavy

What I touch is heavy

I have what you don't believe in

Angels on my Devils

I lifted weights, heavy

What I touch is heavy

I have what you don't believe in

Angels on my Devils