WELCOME TO MYLAN Lyrics English Translation by Rondodasosa
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
Yeah
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
Yeah, ho
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
Trap, trap
Yeah, ho
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
Yeah, ho
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
Yeah, ho
I changed the culture, I brought the motion to Italy
Snow bunny bitches ask for a threesome, I answer: “Oh shit”
I spend fifty after fifty, I make it back quick
Eh yo, DJ, this shit is lit, start this shit back up
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’re famous
Real menace, I pulled up, we took them out
Bring me respect, I flipped millions and millions
I come from San Siro, ghetto baby and type shit
Rappers who hate me, I make them do stretching
Ten toes down, in the streets I’m always alert
Milan is Milan and in Milan it’s full of bitches
Where I’m from, man, ain’t no sunshine gonna shine
On a dog’s meal if don’t get on a grind
Doing time helped a nigga out to clear up my head
Yeah, ho, yeah, ho
Used to have a shank in the light that was by my bed
Yeah, ho, yeah, ho
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
I– Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
(Welcome to Milan)
I’m from Milan
I-I-I’m from Milan
(Milan)
I’m from Milan
I-I-I-I’m from Milan
Welcome to Milan
(Welcome to Milan)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah, ah)
(Ah-ah-ah-ah, yeah, ah)
([?], yeah, ah, ah)
([?])
Ah, yeah, yeah
You come from downtown Milan
Okay, bitch, I come from the ghetto (Grr)
It’s a crazy city where I come from
Concrete jungle (Pow)
Pushers and drugs always on the move (Ah)
Body slang, I don’t use dialect (What? What?)
I call the plug, I meet him at Corvetto
I leave my house, yeah, in a tracksuit (Uh)
I pray I don’t end up a victim of the system
Shout-out to my lawyer, I spend racks, but it’s worth it (Racks)
I’m in Lombardy, I got a stick under the seat (What?)
Gang creates sets, it’s not a flex, this is real shit
In Milan with the thugs or with the baby gangsters
In M-I the “shh” goes around and we’re full of chains (What?)
We invest in the neighborhood, we multiply the dinners (Cash)
I count money all day like I was a cashier (Moolah)
Hoes work the night, all day on viale Zara
Police patrol at night, but we don’t stay home
Bikes speed through Famagosta, Italian bike life (Vroom, vroom)
SRT speeding through Milan like it was Atlanta
Welcome to Milan, bitch