Dom Corleo - Sicilian Shooters lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Sicilian Shooters lyrics]
I'm in Miama like Vercetti
I'm chiefing on some double BLs
I take hit up out the spliffy
The draco hit him in his māthā
Finna get him gone right in a jiffy
Sicilian gang on mob tie
You really don't want to get me pissy
I'm rocking this brand new Archive
I got the Number N (i) nе on top of Rickey
And I ain't talking about the Mickey
I'm saying this shit so thеy hear
I'm hoping that the folks feel me
I'm tryna show 'em all the real me
'Cause they don't seem to have
They don't see me in the city
They don't see me with Lil Mani
And I ain't got none of that Armani on me
I be rockin' this Marni
Woke up this morning, I feel a lil' horny
So I go hit up
Fuckin' this ho, I just met up with her body
I got body's on body's
I ain't pull up in no Harley
Sippin' Whole Lotta Red like Carti
She wanna ride me, I told
This lil' bitch, " 'cause, i can't feel it"
Soon as I get half way through
The cut, put my head back, lose all feeling
Soon as a bitch get a chance
She wanna act up and I lose all feelings
The codeine put me in a trance
That shit that I sipped
Could've bought me a building
I'm finna make me a billion, yeah
I'm a get higher than the celling
I'll sell my soul for the riches, yeah
Can't give my soul to these bitches
I'm higher than all of you bitches, bitch
I don't wanna take no pictures
The shit I be saying is scriptures
And you still be washing dishes
I just went got me some Fendi
I just landed in the LA and I'm finna
Go and jump out of the heli'
I got the AP Skelly the AP, hol' up my wrist
So I can go up the pole, when I'm ready
I can really have any bitch
She finna fuck on me because I got the fetti
I'm chiefing on some double BLs
I take hit up out the spliffy
The draco hit him in his māthā
Finna get him gone right in a jiffy
Sicilian gang on mob tie
You really don't want to get me pissy
I'm rocking this brand new Archive
I got the Number N (i) nе on top of Rickey
And I ain't talking about the Mickey
I'm saying this shit so thеy hear
I'm hoping that the folks feel me
I'm tryna show 'em all the real me
'Cause they don't seem to have
They don't see me in the city
They don't see me with Lil Mani
And I ain't got none of that Armani on me
I be rockin' this Marni
Woke up this morning, I feel a lil' horny
So I go hit up
Fuckin' this ho, I just met up with her body
I got body's on body's
I ain't pull up in no Harley
Sippin' Whole Lotta Red like Carti
She wanna ride me, I told
This lil' bitch, " 'cause, i can't feel it"
Soon as I get half way through
The cut, put my head back, lose all feeling
Soon as a bitch get a chance
She wanna act up and I lose all feelings
The codeine put me in a trance
That shit that I sipped
Could've bought me a building
I'm finna make me a billion, yeah
I'm a get higher than the celling
I'll sell my soul for the riches, yeah
Can't give my soul to these bitches
I'm higher than all of you bitches, bitch
I don't wanna take no pictures
The shit I be saying is scriptures
And you still be washing dishes
I just went got me some Fendi
I just landed in the LA and I'm finna
Go and jump out of the heli'
I got the AP Skelly the AP, hol' up my wrist
So I can go up the pole, when I'm ready
I can really have any bitch
She finna fuck on me because I got the fetti