Relax - Jack Out, Demo, Young Slash

Ya ya

Jack Out

Bitch puttana, miss puttana

Vuole i miei soldi, solo i miei soldi

Dalla strada, per la strada

Se non ci credi vieni a vedermi

Accendo il mio xanax nell’aranciata

Sì ti ho drogato, ma era uno scherzo

Dai sto fumando, nel mentre scopando

Anche se son maschio due cose le faccio

Dammi dei nomi, ehi

Anzi dammi del lei

Queste due cine hentai

Coca in cucina, ehi

Finché il suo culo gay

Sono un film per adulti

Voglio vivere in un harem

Esco e poi non piaccio a tutti

Il bello non siamo uguali

Armstrong

Lei non parla della della luna

Chiuso in Bilo, fase precottura

Fumo in giro per legalizzare

Da bambino ero già pazzo uguale, ehi

Yaya, Jack Out

Per strada le dico hola

Come fosse una spagnola

Sto fumando ganja viola

La mia testa come vola

Eheh, ohoh

Eheh, ohoh

Per strada le dico hola

Come fosse una spagnola

Sto fumando ganja viola

La mia testa come vola

Eheh, ohoh

Eheh, ohoh

Tu chiama la pula, io non chiedo scusa

L’accendo in questura, senti che profuma

Ragazzo negro, pussy da paura

Gucci la mia cintura

Slashito la furia

Di tutta la Liguria

Il vito e frantuma

Porta la tua amica dalle nostre parti, è la benvenuta

Senti che goduria, mmm

Angolo cottura

Riso al curry è la mia cultura

Mentre parli ne faccio una che dura

Da Utri all’Honduras

Ya ya

Jack Out

Bitch bitch, miss bitch

He wants my money, only my money

From the street, to the street

If you don't believe it, come and see me

I light my xanax in orange juice

Yes I drugged you, but it was a joke

Come on, I'm smoking, while I'm fucking

Even if I am male I do two things

Give me some names, hey

In fact, give me some her

These two hentai cinemas

Coke in the kitchen, hey

As long as her ass of her gay

They are an adult movie

I want to live in a harem

I go out and then not everyone likes me

We are not the same beauty

Armstrong

You don't talk about the moon

Closed in Bilo, pre-cooking phase

I smoke around to legalize

When I was a kid I was already just as crazy, hey

Yaya, Jack Out

On the street I say hola

As if she were a Spaniard

I'm smoking purple weed

How my head flies

Eheh, ohoh

Eheh, ohoh

On the street I say hola

As if she were a Spaniard

I'm smoking purple weed

How my head flies

Eheh, ohoh

Eheh, ohoh

You call the chaff, I don't apologize

I turn it on at the police station, you can smell it

Black boy, creepy pussy

Gucci my belt

Slashito the fury

Of all of Liguria

The life and shatters

Bring your friend to our country, she is welcome

Feel the pleasure, mmm

Kitchenette

Curry rice is my culture

While you talk I make one that lasts

From Utri to Honduras