WELCOME TO MYLAN Lyrics (English Translation) – Rondodasosa

Read the full WELCOME TO MYLAN (English Translation) lyrics by Rondodasosa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rondodasosa’s music, you can also explore AL PACINO and WENT LEGIT RMX, two other songs by Rondodasosa.

[Part I]

[Intro]
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan (Yea)
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan (Yea)
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan (Yea ho)
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan (Yea ho)

[Verse]
I changed the culture, I brought the motion to Italy
Snowbunny b!tches ask for threesomes, I reply: “S*it”

I spend fifty after fifty, I’ll do it again quick
Hey yo DJ, this s*it is lit, get this s*it going again
This is a certified hood classic
I’m a real hustler, I’m in the strip, I’m throwing money
Real stepper, I was in the street, now we famous
Real menace, I did pull-ups, we killed ’em
Take me Respect, I’ve flipped millions and millions
I’m from San Siro, ghetto baby and type s*it
Rappers who hate me, I make them stretch
Ten toes down, I’m always careful in the street
Milan is Milan and in Milan it’s full of b!tches

[Interlude]
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan
I’m from Milan, I’m from Milan
(Welcome to Milan)
I’m from Milan, I-I-I’m from Milan
I’m from Milan, I-I-I-I’m from Milan
Welcome to Milan

[Part II]

[Intro]
Ah, yeh, yeh

[Verse]
You come from downtown Milan
Okay b!tch, I’m from the ghetto
It’s a crazy city where I come from, concrete jungle
Pushers and drügs, always on the move
Body slang, I don’t use dialect
I call the plug, I catch him at Corvetto
I’m leaving the house, yes, in a sweatshirt
I pray I don’t end up a victim of the system
Shot out to my lawyer, I spend racks but it’s worth it
I’m in Lombardy, I have a stick under my chair
Gangs create sets, it’s not a flex, this is real s*it
In Milan with the thugs or with the baby gangsters
MI gets pissed off and we’re full of chains
We invest in the neighborhood, we multiply the dinners
I count money all day like I’m a cashier
B!tches hang out in the evening, all day on Viale Zara
Police roam in the evening but we don’t stay home
Motorcycles speed through Famagosta, Italian bike life
SRT speeding through Milan like it’s Atlanta

[Outro]
Welcome to Mylan, b!tch