Lyrics:
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!
And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a
No, no, don't eat it no, no, don't eat it
No, no, don't eat it no, no, don't eat it
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots
I don't ever gotta lie, I got true on my jeans
Ima blow out her spleen
I look good all in black, she look good on her knees
No I can't get attached,
the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that
now
I'll stack em by myself
My biggest opps acting like fans now
I guess they fuck with Z3L
Play with my boys and you get fanned down
That's not good
Ok
Sittin way
Up today
Feel amazed
Drinking gin my girl is sweet to mix call her my lemonade
Fresh off the ether grab the twist and roll the reefer
Girl you so damn fly
The way you blow my mind
Every time I walk up behind I aint got no time to lie
My favorite lullaby
Apple of my eye, you my dime,
can't take no part me
Granted
I'm led only by the spirit though
Bear my cross and I'm wit' it though
Step by step till the trumpet blow
Place my faith in
shit up by the pound
Yeah I'm all up in ya hood
I'm wit my niggas ridin' round
Tryna catch ya niggas lackin'
Leave ya body on the ground
Momma told me
check it like a couple, good lovin up in the tell
Then you, tell your friends I'm your skin like melanin
A gentleman that make them little boy games
but when they said it to his
Face he pulled the pistol grip, pump
You're no hustler 'cause you sold
A couple grams of blow
Little errand boys acting
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
Pure up a 8 th in my cup an i mix it up
Reck out a coup an i bougt me a bently truck
Run up a check like a plan i been made it up
Keep the same
that
Why you blow up her phone like where did she go
Like how can you deal with that
And you take her back
How you mad at next mon you whack
Pussy
Orgy party
Ima real nigga
Ion give no fucks
I be by my lonely
I'll still up a score on y'all
I heard that the feds watching
Bitch
I'm am just
did shit by myself so be careful when you talk
Be careful when you talk
I could run up on your plug
When it's my time I swear to God
Imma send my
get to know you
Hey fuck boy
Leave my girl alone
Don't hit up her phone
If you do then Imma blow
Hey fuck boy
Leave my girl alone
Don't hit up her
aways locked up inside my Mac
When I blow up you get nothing yeah thats a fact
Pretty boy but she bad oo ahh
Little boy you are a loser
Don’t try
always back up my section
My day ones got my back cuz
Ill never need no protection
Search n destroy
But they dont know me
We know them boys that flipping
and I got new ones
No fake ones, trust no one
It's Boy Better Know 'til I die
Tryna run up in the bank like Bonnie and Clyde
'Cause
Man get money
the lives that I touch
Their value is quantified by the lies that they told
It's had to up hold the fallacies
Niggas living in fantasies
Calculating my steps
fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust
Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust
It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in
One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that
And tried to help out now I'm caught up in the mix
Social battery is dead and I think I overused it
Chilling by myself just vibes therapeutic
Heard a lot
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