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Andrea Bocelli - Eatily Lyrics

Versace, Prada, Fendi
All of my marni, comes from Italy
Pipes like Bocelli
Rich like Medici
I am Il Duce, not Benito Mussolini
I got some much drip, ya
I flooded Venice
Gucci hat tricks, top bin for Juventus
Vroom, Vroom, Vespa
I am lean like Pisa
Sauce like Pizza
I like that donna turn her into a princepessa
Feelin like Dues, *feel like god, ya*
Bros with Pope Francis
I am so fine, they call me Signore Finance

Opera, Phantom, I am a menace
I am part Catholic, but dont pray like a mantis
And I fucked around and my drip flooded Venice
And I fuckеd around turned that shit to Atlantis, ya ya

Mobbin mafioso
Touch my Moschino
Send in my cane corso
Bеat you to a pulp, not no fiction, Tarantino
Mezzetta my martini
Straight sets, Fognini
I am in my prime like Super Mario Draghi
Pipe like Luigi
Perugia su Parigie
When I play the mandolin, I make that shit look easy
If you mess with me, Ill pull out my beretta
It will chop you up, yeah, looking like bruschetta
Pull out my stick, I call it mozzarella
Fanculo il fugazi
Puo darmi dei biscotti
Need to stretch the Lira
Doing Euro pilates
G-g-getting that money
Hellcat, Dante
Blowing up like Vesuvius
Ill dust you like Pompeii
I am on the ball, yeah, when Im playing bocce