1,2,3 dark polo gang lyrics english

1,2,3 dark polo gang lyrics english

[Text of “1,2,3 STAR”]

[Intro: Pyrex]
One, two, three, star, but I’m not playing
I’m too up like Kilimanjaro
When I rap I rain money
Bu-Bust down, supercar, me I feel lucky
Sick Luke, Sick Luke

[Verse 1: Geolier]
Nine two one, club shop and nu ‘dance
Tremma and speak suranno, while I close nu blunt
‘ And we put ‘and rock
Yes we make nu sbajo,’ o according to nu ” or they do
Vide ca nu ‘speak right, do’ o fool or take a gun
Tanto ‘or saccio bbuono ca è sulo nu buff

Inca na pool china’ and purple cards , take a model
Learn it to ffá ‘o pietto and adoppo falla fa ‘nu dip
I do things badly, too badly
Ca quanno ‘o vedeno’ a gente, ‘or do comme si po’ was right
Ca-Casa dint ” o ghetto, when traso ‘int’ ‘o canciello
Si trase cu nu jeeppone,’ o ssaje ce trase justo justo
Buff, buss and scenne all the armed and buff
Fusse chello that says dint
e headphones Cadeno ‘and dressed manco cu nu suffio
And a fa’ and deaf until adoppo nun t’abbuffe
Dimane I come out closed dint ” o Bentley
I want a big garden just like ‘o Wembley
Femmene in a row for a glass’ and champagne
Abbascio ‘o ssaje nu’ juocano a fa Messi, they go “bang, bang”
[Chorus: Pyrex]
One, two, three, star, but I’m not playing
I’m too high like Kilimanjaro
When I rap I rain money
Bust down, supercar, I feel lucky, hey
Two thots, two bitches are down the strip -tease (Ah)
Two, three, four milfs scream: “I love you, Prynce”
I have the Nikes with the swoosh and I come to swish you
I accidentally killed the rap trap scene, rest in peace

[Verse 2: Pyrex]
Ops (Oops), fuck (Fuck), yeah, I did it again (Seh)
No cash, no hablo (No), I spin the grain (Cash)
Alien, no human, I leave crop circles (Grain)
I’m not a man because the flow is inhumane
This is Prynce, baby, full of jewels and they pretend not to see them (blind)

Dark Boy bitch, I got the life you want
I’ll never stop, but you, bro, maybe you should
On the beat I go crazy, on the beat I go loco
If the rap was the kitchen, I’d be the head cook
Don’t come near I’m hot like an oven
Or like the sun at noon
In August take a picture of me

[Chorus: Pyrex]
One, two, three, star, but I’m not playing
I’m too much anymore up like Kilimanjaro
When I rap I rain money
Bust down, supercar, I feel lucky, hey
Two thots, two bitches are down for the strip-tease
Two, three, four milfs scream, “I love you, Prynce”
I have the Nike with the swoosh and I come to swish you
I accidentally killed the rap trap scene, rest in peace

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