Italy Lyrics

J Flex stops flexin' on him

Woah, yeah, we was runnin' out of time Yeah, I promised that I'd make you mine

Damn, shorty why you so damn fine Yeah, you had me caught up in lies

We can go away and watch the sky Yeah, she don't fuck with lames

Bitch, I'm feelin' like I'm Batman I don't play these games

Bitch, you know I am a rack man I'm spittin' all these bars

I don't even like to rap, man She said that she can't

Yeah, I told lil shorty, you can I don't know what to do, lil' shorty

Don't know if I can I know I can do it all

Yeah, I know that I can Yeah, we can, we can

Shorty, let's go far away We can go to the hills, let's go out to Italy

Baby, let's go leave the A Let's go out to Italy

We can make a fine wine We can make it pureè

No se, No se, Goddamn it, girl, what do I say?

Shorty so damn bad Yeah, she makin' me lose all my brain

She don't talk a lot, huh She don't talk a lot, yeah

She don't talk too much, yeah She don't talk too much

Uh, I got bags on bags I got racks on racks, bitch

I got too much cash Yeah, why the fuck you mad

Yeah, why you so damn sad? I ain't goin' out bad

I ain't goin out sad