SK Laflare - Escape To Italy lyrics

[Verse 1] She from Sicily, my b**h be Italian She steady cooking up fetuccini and salmon Spaghetti plus salad, riding Gucci, I'm styling All these hoochies wilding, Laflare [?] [?], Lamborghini Diablo Get your chip for the cheese, call a young n***a Nacho Whole fam sipping wine, I feel like we won the lotto I got all black cars filled with all bad models [Hook] Yeah b**h I'm in the getty, b**h I'm in the getty You know I am Laflare DaVinci Laflare Pica**o, Bobby and Whitney I am [?] rolling on [?] I got your b**h posed naked while a n***a painting Got your b**h posed naked while a n***a painting Got your b**h posed naked while a n***a painting Got your b**h posed naked and I ain't even playing [?] like that Yeah I got the touch, whip it out [?] Need a new brush, hold up [?] I'll be right back Need a new brush, hold up [?] I'll be right back [Verse 2] I make her call me LaFlare DaVinci, that chopper Mona Lisa Choppers hanging by the TV, that's portraits by the [?] Every boss breathing need a mob wife like [?] I'm in that mob life, black suit, I'm the reaper Silks and Versace, I k** for a [?] [?] six rings, left hand liberachi Right hand John Gotti, I might plan to party And take everybody, [?] in the lobby That's how I get it started, [?] got the mollies Tell that n***a Gucci hit me if he need somebody [Hook]