Taconafide - Giro d'Italia

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
Shoot it with a master shot
Placed against the wall, as if I do not know, he played pelote
I fell victim to some fucking fam and rumors
Fools do it themselves and without any verses
Funny gentlemen from CGM are still asking about me
Young girls, i don't know why, whisper that they love me
We will talk about it when children understand what love is
I'm sitting here with a bottle and I'm turning fault into wine
The old lady is lying on the heart
Tell Zinédinom
That real life for us
Is bloody like Firmino
I will enter the stadium illegal
Launch the fucking Pirlo
This plate goes in with a shoe like Italia
She rode in, throw out Valentino
Giro, Giro, Giro, pizza over and over again, pasta
Dinner near the coliseum taste of the eternal city
Every day is a fashion week, although I run in kappa tracksuits
I'm wearing a new fit like Sfera Ebbasta

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
Giro, Giro, Giro, Grio, woo
Giro, Giro, Giro, Giro
Giro, Giro, Giro, Grio, woo
Giro, Giro, Giro, Giro

[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway]
I am carving notes, I make wheels, I stamp vinyl again
Hajs - I make according to old rules, like I'm doing lyres
In the rap game a lot of evil, although I do not make faces
Eight women, I want half, Fifi is Fellini
What a fairy tale, he lives in a movie, they still movie
Young Wajda, Young Spielberg, Young Tarantino
Young [?], My diet - cigarettes, coffee, wine
Props gave me Materla, he gave me props
In a moment, the next string, I change my pace
We will never fall, you know, take it, tell the vultures
We're going to argue like Mobbyn and Hewra
I do not want pills, I'm writing E if I would do the Euro
Takeoff is flying, Quavo is flying, Offset is flying
Golden Sheep, Bedi, Jano - Quebo, please do it louder
I've been listening to rap all my life, my father implemented it
No radio, I'm writing Eske like I'm doing a dolce
(Fans) They would keep the traps going, illiterate like Charlie Kelly
Because they never read texts, they chase around the town of carabinieri
Red eyes like Bloody Marry, she's a cat like Halle Berry
She, Beyonce, and you with your dilemma again like some Nelly
O, giorno, giorno, giorno, gets up when the rooster is crowing
He gets up with God, though he does not believe in gods
Fame for me with a spoon stoned in my honey bowl
They once took me out of Soundcloud, today I have a picture in Vogue

[Bridge: Quebonafide]
Giro, Giro, Giro, Grio, woo
Giro, Giro, Giro, Giro
Giro, Giro, Giro, Grio, woo
Giro, Giro, Giro, Giro

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
Giro, Giro, Giro, Grio, woo
Giro, Giro, Giro, Giro
Giro, Giro, Giro, Grio, woo
Giro, Giro, Giro, Giro