pusher izi vaz tè & guesan lyrics english

pusher izi vaz tè & guesan lyrics english

[Intro]
Sick Luke, Sick Luke
[Verse 1: Vaz Tea]
I feel like a fucking pusher
Like my pusher beating you
Like two tight boobs in a push-up
In Busce ‘

Ho’s secret rooms the whole world against, have a nice day I
rhyme like there was the light
You talk like Duce’s cock
I’m liable to complaints
I have the circle on my head, I’m a champion
I don’t speak to you, I speak Mandarin

throw all the peel inside the fireplace
I’m not a Bausch, but a Palmarino
If I were not this Vaz Teas valuable, well, well
I’d be in Glo Gang, I’d NLP

golden Ball from presidem

While I am at the VT2M level
I have tickets with the winning
Brotho, I go to the lakes, no Caravelle
And even if he doesn’t let
youknowYou at some point come and take me
Pat on the back breaks the vertebrae
It is me, but I make them wait
And even if he can’t see you, he always gives you a hand

[Chorus: IZI]
I feel like a fucking pusher
Like my pusher will hit you I
‘m ready, I’ll take you to see
Very strict but fair things

I feel like a fucking pusher
Like my pusher will hit you I
‘m ready, I’ll take you to see
Things very strict but right

[Verse 2: Guesan]
We were born doomed , no drug dealers
Fuck me, sorry me, you can’t do it
Yes, how to imagine new colors
From the terrace of Ale we look at the fires The
more the necklace weighs, the less the subject

You are “who?”, “what?”, object complement
You made me sick, but I wasn’t sure
This is a bandana, not a
Guesan handkerchief from HQ, cut, then sew
Sizes of garments, sizes of cousins
Suits by Gucci, suits with holes, cookies
Stupid cookies

They never learned the alphabet
They have the father down with the Lancia Thema
I have to save them, I’m Anacleto
Yes, but at the cost of everything, between ‘, anathema I
ate the peels

Houses with dogs, but without the kennels
Without the light, only cellars, maps, cartridges
Years of cage weights in the hangers
Inside the iPhone, a bug
Inside the ear, a flea, stings
Us that let’s talk about the street and Gurdjieff
Who is true does not flee

[Chorus: IZI]
I feel like a fucking pusher
Like my pusher will hit you I
‘m ready, I’ll take you to see
Very strict but fair things

I feel like a fucking pusher
Like my pusher will hit you I
‘m ready, I’ll take you to see
Things very severe but right

[Verse 3: IZI]
I feel like a fucking pusher
As if my pusher is beating you I
‘m ready, I’ll take you to see
Things very strict but right
Here people are under the envelopes

Who knows who is there under the industries
Here in Italy you watch the canvas’ It
will die in sturdy cobwebs
I want to make history, the one about books
You want to have the glory of a fool

The choirs leave if I pass in the square
Because I unravel the knots of the skein here
Swollen with bucks that mattress
You do like Baglioni if ​​the wall is low I
steal a security box to make cash
Between ‘, I don’t bring values ​​for this massa

Between ‘, I trick obstacles I
practically circumscribe oracles
I am crazy in mind, yes, probably
But I combine miracles when necessary I

do not believe in anything, what reality?
Because you don’t have loyalty in mind
I feel like a fucking pusher
Like my pusher hit you, Izeh

[Outro: IZI]
I feel like a fucking pusher

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