Lyrics:
them days I worked at Reserve
Young nigga walked from Willow Pen'
Come taken an L when I'm liftin' the Lambo
(Slatt) i only freak out with Lorenzo (Whoo)
Who that? It's Lorenzo
I don't got a house but I got a Benz though
I only had enough for one tinted window
I got a monkey fur jacket
When I wear it yeah
at the wheels
Chrome two piece lorenzos got me lookin' like a mil
Peace called, if you wanna talk then later we can build
All I ever wanted was a big body benz
H. Lorenzo
Chauffeured 'round in Caddys, dog, I got this from my ten toes
Smashed her on Fat Tuesday and left her in the NO
Grew up where the goons
A 600 S, now the 6 drop
Everything I ride original no kits on them chops
18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires
When I ride by all them bitches get they
A 600 S, now the 6 drop
Everything I ride original no kits on them chops
18 inch Lorenzos, Yokohama tires
When I ride by all them bitches get they
Bailé tan agradecida
Que a Dios mi muerte
A Dios mi muerte le ofrecí
Le doy gracias a la vida
Le doy gracias a la muerte
Lorenzo, vida mía, grito
could do
Is get back home to you
I put a bullet in my Kia Lorenzo
A kitchen knife fucked in my face
Throw me in the deep of Jenner Lake
Believe me
corner, somebody be dead
Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less
Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh
A 500 with a convertable top
Just
could do
Is get back home to you
I put a bullet in my Kia Lorenzo
A kitchen knife fucked in my face
Throw me in the deep of Jenner Lake
Believe me
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
I been on the road, I'm gone
Private jet for me and the bros
Hit H. Lorenzo, pick up clothes
I made a Finsta
sucked
I'ma do the big one every time if you on point
I'm tryin' to go all out, I ain't tryin' to fall out
Take you to H. Lorenzo, we can make a mall
Juan en apparence
Un fou au château d'Elseneur
Un jour, Lorenzo de Florence
Verser son sang pour le souffleur
Vivre et mourir
En alternance
Vivre
Al Gorra Prieta mataron, a Don Albino también
A Juan de Dios y Lorenzo, todos los saben muy bien
Mas todos andan huyendo, criminales sin castigo
your mizzouth
The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall
Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl
Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes
Go
at the fastest tempo
Kill another MC then go Spain and change my name to Lorenzo
There ain't no clowns 'round here, wanna find one, go to the circus
Fuck
tanta con mia madre che diceva che c'è? Lorenzo dimmi che c'è?
Come è andata come mai non mi dici mai niente? Ma che razza di
Gente questi figli che ho
fiori oppure a far l'amore
A cosa serve tutto questo rumore?
Ma io non sono Mozart e tu non sei Picasso
Io sono Lorenzo e saturnino sta suonando il
Se ti scrivo solo adesso un motivo ci sarà
Non è mica san Lorenzo, non ci sono stelle matte
Su 'sta piccola città
Non ci sono desideri da non
suona il basso
E vuol diventare qualcuno
Lorenzo ha delle storie da raccontare
E vuol divertire la gente
Ma troppi sono che in questa città ancora non
Il mio nome è Lorenzo potrebbe non aver senso
Ma da quando sono nato dico quello che penso
Dico quello che vedo mi guardo in giro utilizzo
Il mio nome è Lorenzo potrebbe non aver senso
Ma da quando sono nato dico quello che penso
Dico quello che vedo mi guardo in giro utilizzo
My dear Lorenzo you take my hand
And understand the tears that I have cried
We like the candles and pour the wine
and laugh as if you'll never
you're fucking awesome
you're my favorite actor
your character is great
you fucking rule
[chorus:]
branscombe richmond [x2]
you and lorenzo work
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