[Verse 1]
I take life by the hips, so I can kiss it in its mouth
I'll take you by the ears just like a cup, yes
In photo you're increased, in person just a B cup
In your videos you wear Gucci, I've what it takes, it's not my fault
Yes, colored, you're Sinfony, Melody
For me you're just enemies, just kill yourself like in Thirteen Reasons Why
His eminence, Don Mattè, eventually, move away
With women I am good because my colleagues are fèminines
In your album you say: "I'll make an empire"
But I'll stand my way like the King of the Epirus
They wash your mouth with your head in the toilet
You can only spit at me, your hand are tied
You don't understand my language in my songs, it's like Walser
I'm stomping your feet, you dance a waltz
Just to avoid falling in my mouth they go to the police
Law is more merciful, I don't give you any chance
I worked, load-unload
Your girl is pretty
If she's with you she's a nice girl
Belly made hut, yes, in Canada
Flow Caravan, I lean on it, quatre-vignt

[Pre-Hook]
With this hairstyle I look like Simba (Eha)
They exiled me like Simba (Eha)
Re-gained the throne like Simba (Eha)
You're not dope, you're just nice (Eha)
[Hook]
With the hairstyle I look like Simba (Woop-woop)
King like Simba (Woop-woop)
King like Simba (Woop-woop)
I'm beginning to feel like Simba (Woop-woop)
You can't do it, you're fake (Woop-woop)
The flow is as tall as a kid (Woop-woop)
I'm pulling out my belt (Woop-woop)
I'm beginning to feel like Simba (Woop-woop)

[Bridge]
I'm swinging on an amaca, in Africa
She loves me on an amaca, in Africa
An amaca, in Africa
She loves me on an amaca, in Africa
I'm on an amaca, in Africa

[Verse 2]
You look for a good word, yes, that impresses her
You could just bring me, I smile to her, she flushes
I don't call her "bitch", or I would get rebounded
But I don't waste time in treating her with clichés
Yes, she's nice, your friend
Maybe she'll flood, I'll swim in it, yes, like an alliga'
I swing on an amaca, Malaga
A song in my car, I nod my head, like a duck
Yes, I want to cut you
I want to throttle you like in a chicken-house
I don't need any brand on my bag
You notice me because my bag is full of culture
They were all over me, now who does even give a fuck about you, Aston Villa
I feel like Superman in this game, Smallville
You hear me laughing if you listen to a shell
And I hate whoever's under me, like Flavio Insinna
[Pre-Hook]
With this hairstyle I look like Simba (Eha)
They exiled me like Simba (Eha)
Re-gained the throne like Simba (Eha)
You're not dope, you're just nice (Eha)

[Hook]
With the hairstyle I look like Simba (Woop-woop)
King like Simba (Woop-woop)
King like Simba (Woop-woop)
I'm beginning to feel like Simba (Woop-woop)
You can't do it, you're fake (Woop-woop)
The flow is as tall as a kid (Woop-woop)
I'm pulling out my belt (Woop-woop)
I'm beginning to feel like Simba (Woop-woop)

[Outro]
I'm swinging on an amaca, in Africa
She loves me on an amaca, in Africa
An amaca, in Africa
She loves me on an amaca, in Africa
I'm on an amaca, in Africa