Fabri Fibra playboy feat marracash

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[Intro: Fabri Fibra]
Playboy
I'm not a playboy
Maybe you want
I'm not a playboy (Ah)
Playboys of the whole world
Join me
Let's go
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
Playboy
I'm not a playboy
Maybe you want to
I'm not a playboy
[Verse 1: Fabri Fibra]
I have a thousand girls in front of me, impact
Never died of a heart attack while fucking
Never got hepatitis, let's be honest
If you look carefully at these rap videos , there's no rap
Only pussies with gigantic asses
In the city I pay a trans to beat you up
She undresses and on the bed it's Wrestling
I have ninety-nine problems, but the pussy is not among them
Envious people say: Well they're down, first the money and then the show
I have the flow that shouts: Yes fuck them all Geordie Shore
And here is the continuing challenge, he calls me Rita / Carla / Tina
Angels and demons and the Sistine Chapel
When I lay my rhyme over the beat
Today rap only serves to become a little richer
Ah, it's with talent that you stand out
The rest of the bullshit, rest in peace Schicchi
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
[ Verse 2: Fabri Fibra]
A playboy doesn't read Playboy
Elegant clothes, Armani, storms of hormones
I write drafts, I get married to the beauty
You are wedding witnesses
/>To be famous, these rappers also stop being rappers
They sing for free, I smile, cartoons
They would come in the videos dressed as bunnies
I see women as if they were words
I look for them, I study them, I forget them
For you too, women seem like words
In the sense that they don't come to you
I hear rumors of experiments on crosses around
Nowadays Universal produces dogs and pigs
I turn it on and follow the lights in my head
New single like Monica Bellucci's ex
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
[Verse 3: Marracash]
Playboy, nah, I Hellboy
Italian tabloid, fra, like Ellroy
For us, who were the trailblazers
And then it was love at first fight
Smack my bitch up, like the Prodigy
Twelve sluts around like the apostles
I rub my thumb and forefinger, I touch their eurogenic points
Lonely men in places for men only
This country, bro, has put sex on the pedestal
Like those who can't do it and therefore a bargaining chip
And there are those who blame the Vatican and those who blame Lino Banfi
Who in one hundred and twenty films is not never managed to soak it
Still there spying on Edwige from the lock
As long as the company lasts, between, as long as dictatorship
You put your face there just to take selfies
For me uncle you don't exist like fairies and elves
[Hook: Fabri Fibra]
[Outro]
There is this form of censorship that is impalpable
That cannot be , which cannot be identified

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