Bahamas - Fred De Palma, Emis Killa

FDP

LK Love King, ehi

Dimmelo, dimmelo

Che non pensi solo alla grana

Dimmelo, dimmelo

Mentre voli con lui alle Bahamas

Diamanti ai lobi, borse di Gucci

Non scopi con lui se non spegni le luci

Diamanti ai lobi, borse di Gucci

Non scopi con lui se non spegni le luci

Mi scrivi: «Come va?»

Solo se sei da sola quando lui è fuori città

Dici che non lo lasci perché adesso ti fa pena

Ma entrambi lo sappiamo che non è questo il problema, ah

Ah-ah non fare la scema

Chi ha il pane non ha i denti, lui c’ha il pane, il Panamera

Devi sentirti proprio fiera

Mentre tocchi il fondo lui ti tocca il fondoschiena

Io ti conosco

Hai dato a lui ciò che era nostro

E adesso che sei tutta piena di diamanti addosso

Hai smesso di brillare, brillano loro al tuo posto

Almeno dimmelo

Dimmelo, dimmelo

Che non pensi solo alla grana

Dimmelo, dimmelo

Mentre voli con lui alle Bahamas

Diamanti ai lobi, borse di Gucci

Non scopi con lui se non spegni le luci

Diamanti ai lobi, borse di Gucci

Non scopi con lui se non spegni le luci

Butta le borse di Gucci

Dai accendiamo le luci

Butta le borse di Gucci

Dai accendiamo le luci

Quando menti sembri seria

Sei così finta che mi sembri vera

Con lui ti annoi a letto, io ogni sera

Ti scopo come fossi appena uscito di galera

Ti uccideresti quando siete a cena

A lume di candela, infatti c’hai una brutta cera

Tu che sei tutta forme, che potevi far carriera

E invece fai marchette ogni weekend a Formentera

Tra noi tu dici che non ci sei sotto ma so che

Mentre lui ti sta sopra chiudi gli occhi e pensi a me

Un tempo avevi rose adesso bocce di rosé

Io sono solo un complice ma lui per te cos'è?

Baby dimmelo

Dimmelo, dimmelo

Che non pensi solo alla grana

Dimmelo, dimmelo

Mentre voli con lui alle Bahamas

Diamanti ai lobi, borse di Gucci

Non scopi con lui se non spegni le luci

Diamanti ai lobi, borse di Gucci

Non scopi con lui se non spegni le luci

Butta le borse di Gucci

Dai accendiamo le luci

Butta le borse di Gucci

Dai accendiamo le luci

FDP

LK Love King, hey

Tell me, tell me

That you don't just think about the grain

Tell me, tell me

As you fly with him to the Bahamas

Diamonds on the lobes, Gucci bags

You don't fuck with him unless you turn off the lights

Diamonds on the lobes, Gucci bags

You don't fuck with him unless you turn off the lights

You write to me: "How are you doing?"

Only if you're alone when he's out of town

You say you are not leaving him because now you feel sorry for him

But we both know that's not the problem, ah

Ah-ah don't be silly

Whoever has bread has no teeth, he has bread, the Panamera

You must feel very proud

As you hit the bottom he touches your backside

I know you

You gave him what was ours

And now that you're all full of diamonds on you

You stopped shining, they shine in your place

At least tell me

Tell me, tell me

That you don't just think about the grain

Tell me, tell me

As you fly with him to the Bahamas

Diamonds on the lobes, Gucci bags

You don't fuck with him unless you turn off the lights

Diamonds on the lobes, Gucci bags

You don't fuck with him unless you turn off the lights

Throw away your Gucci bags

Come on, let's turn on the lights

Throw away your Gucci bags

Come on, let's turn on the lights

When you lie you look serious

You are so fake that you seem real to me

With him you get bored in bed, me every night

I fuck you like you just got out of jail

You'd kill yourself when you're at dinner

By candlelight, in fact you have a bad wax

You who are all forms, who could have made a career

And instead you hustle every weekend in Formentera

Between us you say that you are not under it but I know that

While he is on top of you, close your eyes and think of me

Once you had roses now bowls of rosé

I'm just an accomplice but what is he to you?

Baby tell me

Tell me, tell me

That you don't just think about the grain

Tell me, tell me

As you fly with him to the Bahamas

Diamonds on the lobes, Gucci bags

You don't fuck with him unless you turn off the lights

Diamonds on the lobes, Gucci bags

You don't fuck with him unless you turn off the lights

Throw away your Gucci bags

Come on, let's turn on the lights

Throw away your Gucci bags

Come on, let's turn on the lights