MamboLosco, Luscià - Mama I Did It Again testo (lyrics)

Mama I did it again i just turned 5 into 10
Really trappin, no pretend
I get litty and sit at the crib
I'll be ridin around with the stick
If you really want it he can get it
Niggas trying to knock me off of my pivot
I can tell they been hatin for a minute
(bitch bitch bitch) mama I did it again
Really trappin, no pretend
I get litty and sit at the crib
I'll be ridin around with the stick
If you really want it he can get it
Niggas trying to knock me off of my pivot
I can tell they been hatin for a minute

Non mi serve il wi-fi per
Accedere a queste puttane
Le sblocco, sono un hacker
E la smezziamo come Gesù col pane
La tua musica mi fa schifo
Che cazzo fai, mi mandi l'invito
Il tuo stilista
Altro che pollo, sei un tacchino
Ti arrostisco e con la birra ti benedico
Faccio miracoli Padre Pio
Sei fastidioso, Pulcino Pio
Io sono sempre fatto, San Pio è vicino
Se non sai le cose, non parlare
Se non conosci, non criticare
Ho messo il resto a posto, ma ho da fare
Ho appena bevuto un quintale
Guardami bene, fra lascia stare
Sono un bandito alla nazionale
Non mi fanno neanche giocare
Sono dope tutte le giornate
Sai già qua la situa è grave
Stai con me, scopo pure la tua pussy
Sono con Tony, non vi chiedo scusa
Che cazzo guardi, minchia saluti

Mama I did it again i just turned 5 into 10
Really trappin, no pretend
I get litty and sit at the crib
I'll be ridin around with the stick
If you really want it he can get it
Niggas trying to knock me off of my pivot
I can tell they been hatin for a minute
(bitch bitch bitch) mama I did it again
Really trappin, no pretend
I get litty and sit at the crib
I'll be ridin around with the stick
If you really want it he can get it
Niggas trying to knock me off of my pivot
I can tell they been hatin for a minute

Bitch I'm from Italy but I'll be killin it
Smokin joints back to back
Like they cigarettes
Yes I'm a fool but don't
Fuck with the ignorants
If you ain't talkin bout flus
I can't hear that shit
When the plug get the work I diminuish it
He know to get me the pack I'mma finish it
Put that shit all in the
Street like Pirelli I'm Michelin
Makin money with the Michelins
Throw the packet like an hot potato
What you make in a month, in my pockets paper
Smoke it blaze it and sip on some rubber
How my papas and they throw the combination
They seen hours a day, I'm intoxicated
Swear to god I feel like
I'll go fucking make it
Bitch I know I'm flyier
Than a fuckin spaceship
What I really need me
Is some fucking patience (Ya ya ya)
You ain't shittin no nothin you constipated
I can tell by their face
That this nigga hates me
When I step in the club nigga watch your lady
If she fine I'mma slide in her DM
Six Flags on a bitch her friend
Fuck her check up with the pants
Mama I did it again

Mama I did it again i just turned 5 into 10
Really trappin, no pretend
I get litty and sit at the crib
I'll be ridin around with the stick
If you really want it he can get it
Niggas trying to knock me off of my pivot
I can tell they been hatin for a minute
(bitch bitch bitch) mama I did it again
Really trappin, no pretend
I get litty and sit at the crib
I'll be ridin around with the stick
If you really want it he can get it
Niggas trying to knock me off of my pivot
I can tell they been hatin for a minute