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Testo Mafia
Testo Mafia
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
(Will-A-Fool)
Uh
In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate
Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element
Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (Uh, yeah, okay)
Moving like the mafia, but I'm no Michael Corleone
Still'll knock my brother off hе ever try and do me wrong
'Causе I gave my all to you, you know I gave my heart to you
I invested time, loyalty, and showed my flaws to you
I tried to go to sleep, but I just stood by the door
Mrs. Officer, come and free me, can I please use the phone?
I've been spinning inside my cell thinking 'bout you all night long
Like I hope you're there when I get home
Staring at the walls thinking 'bout all of the shit I did wrong We celebrate the W's, but I took L's on my own
We celebrate the W's, but I take these L's on my own
Yeah, but
In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries
Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride
I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate
Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element
Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (Uh, yeah, okay)
Don't get out your element
Moving like the Taliban
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
(Will-A-Fool)
Uh
In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate
Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element
Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (Uh, yeah, okay)
Moving like the mafia, but I'm no Michael Corleone
Still'll knock my brother off hе ever try and do me wrong
'Causе I gave my all to you, you know I gave my heart to you
I invested time, loyalty, and showed my flaws to you
I tried to go to sleep, but I just stood by the door
Mrs. Officer, come and free me, can I please use the phone?
I've been spinning inside my cell thinking 'bout you all night long
Like I hope you're there when I get home
Staring at the walls thinking 'bout all of the shit I did wrong We celebrate the W's, but I took L's on my own
We celebrate the W's, but I take these L's on my own
Yeah, but
In my cell all alone, I still hear your cries
Arguing all night long tryna heal your pride
I love your ass to death, but you can't play with my intelligence
All I want is money, all that other shit's irrelevant
And he don't fuck with no one, you can say he's celibate
Choppers on this tour bus, don't get out your element
Choppers on this tour bus, moving like the Taliban (Uh, yeah, okay)
Don't get out your element
Moving like the Taliban
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