environment | March 18, 2026

Dark Polo Gang Cavallini Lyrics English Translation

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Youngotti and Triplosette

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

Raise your horns for the gang

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

In Italy only the Dark gang

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

Raise your horns for the gang

Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang-gang

Gang-gang-gang-gang

In Italy only the Dark Gang

Trendy, I dress like Jimi Hendrix

I'm with the gang

We are hungry panthers hunting lambs

I'm obsessed with these jewels

Necklaces, bracelets and more rings

Expensive clothes don't make us better but they make us sexier

I break Gotti's beat

Angry as a bull

Sneak, I said the gang we're looking for you

Going crazy, treasure hunt

Your friend pisses me off

If it concerns me the tear

I'll knock the scene out

As a child I went into church, the priests said 'Go back'

The flow makes the heart beat

The look sews your mouth shut

You are my son like Goten

Fucking Dark Polo Ralph Lauren

I'm flying like Peter Pan

Cash inside a suitcase

Yellow gold like Bart

Do you remember the days in the trap?

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

Raise your horns for the gang

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

In Italy only the Dark gang

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

Raise your horns for the gang

Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang-gang

Gang-gang-gang-gang

In Italy only the Dark Gang

The pans break

Trap, I don't wear snap backs

Slow on the snare

In the kitchen with the gang

I have a stick in my bag

I seal airtight envelopes

DPG, no cap, I'm the father of trap

The beat rapes it

Six strokes, slow flow

I don't talk to snitches

I turn them off with the iron

Ruthless flow, you can't do what I did

In the trap with the gang

First I cut and then I deal with it

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

Raise your horns for the gang

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

In Italy only the Dark gang

Gang, gang-gang-gang-gang, gang

Raise your horns for the gang

Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang-gang

Gang-gang-gang-gang

In Italy only the Dark Gang

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