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Yeah, ay, ay
Lil Lazza in the f**king place
Shoutout to Bosca, Oliver and Khaled
Boy!
Ay, ay

You see, the more you play, the less you win
You ride now, you wanted a bike, right?
"Lazza you suck!", sorry, what's that again?
You would look good washing windows
I'll make you scream 'Zzalando', Don Lazza is the anagram
Your girl has had so many d**ks in her butt that now her *hmm*hole is speaking, analgrammar
I shut those mouths like Saratoga
Balls in the face of your girl, Sharapova
Tell me how come she only talks about pigeons, either she's a sl*t, either she's Povia
I've got a new bar
When I play live you bring the speakers, you don't take it sеriously
I don't hear you if I'm playing live
You bring your coffin afterwards
I'vе got a lot of hype, you hype yourself too much
Bro, who's next? You'd better touch wood here
Do you know why I'm gonna beat you up?
You're too dumb, IQ -3
Here minus three fools
Who compete on who's tougher
If I were Neri Parenti you would be the perfect protagonists for "Go f**k yourself at Christmas", bro
Hey there, Real Talk, I'm a fresh guy
Yes, but too fresh
You're trash, clumsy
Too much cash, when I pop the gin I'm Flash Gordon
You're too dumb, you're crap
Bosca on the beat, I'll kill someone
You know, I don't go on TV, 'cause if I went I would just curse around, Gordon Ramsay

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