Italian Mannequin by Notorious Killaa Lyrics
Chorus:
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Verse 1:
Harley Quinn, Sin City
Al Capone, Devils Tone
Two Cyclones on a high throne
Prohibition was a mission of an ambiguous decision
Businessman, 30 years
Started in the kin[?], now he's making a highway for a prize dance
But the cops got me on exhibition
Ha, tha bitch was a sensation
Fuck the media
I like visualization
Stone-cold killer
Treat my girl like a queen, she's mean or was the timing [?]
I was spitting seams, you know what I mean
I got my nights in play, when the profits modulate
The other Sun was the devil at bay
Better watch when it's coming
It could be eating a family all in one day
And to the mom of the crew
Works one of the motherfuckers down at Spurs
You get the gamble of money
But the government tries to take us down
Moving and swimming like a Dummett gun [?]
We weren't hungry
Can someone come at me
Fucker, nothings funny
Chorus:
[tunnA on the beat]
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Verse 2:
Lowkey, no cap, you're a bitch that's all over the map
I got the influenza
Am I right to piss me off, or I'm gonna make it a fight
I got the chance already, but it's 1920
I gotta be steady, coming back from the grave Lenny
Be prepared to be impaired, which one and how am I scared
I'm just sitting on my devil, hot throwing chair next to my queen
We're a lovers team, just picking out your ass, you're bleeding out your fucking spleen
Don't complain to me, because you're a bitch sucking of my dick
Just to get rich
You're a bitch, that's cleaning this mess
I'm not just in cook
Never drink malt liquor or Hennessy shit
Paul Ricca, Tony Accardo
Ya'll far from following the real men of
A lot of deadly sins like an unfinished grenade, made up of exposure charades or a killers parade
The legacies will never fade, like a sword and craftmanship at bay
Be prepared to be afraid
Chorus:
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Verse 3:
Don't say, do it the Vegas way
Our New York brothers, made Vegas how it is today
I made it from the strip
Good money, made a quick dip
Stay underground, don't give it no little shot of quick
Don't speak bitch
Paul Ricca, Tony Accardo sit and sip
Don't fuck up already, so get lit and do it like a QB under pressure
Hardtimes are gonna be some magic in jail
Evans, Ledger
Chorus:
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Verse 1:
Harley Quinn, Sin City
Al Capone, Devils Tone
Two Cyclones on a high throne
Prohibition was a mission of an ambiguous decision
Businessman, 30 years
Started in the kin[?], now he's making a highway for a prize dance
But the cops got me on exhibition
Ha, tha bitch was a sensation
Fuck the media
I like visualization
Stone-cold killer
Treat my girl like a queen, she's mean or was the timing [?]
I was spitting seams, you know what I mean
I got my nights in play, when the profits modulate
The other Sun was the devil at bay
Better watch when it's coming
It could be eating a family all in one day
And to the mom of the crew
Works one of the motherfuckers down at Spurs
You get the gamble of money
But the government tries to take us down
Moving and swimming like a Dummett gun [?]
We weren't hungry
Can someone come at me
Fucker, nothings funny
Chorus:
[tunnA on the beat]
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Verse 2:
Lowkey, no cap, you're a bitch that's all over the map
I got the influenza
Am I right to piss me off, or I'm gonna make it a fight
I got the chance already, but it's 1920
I gotta be steady, coming back from the grave Lenny
Be prepared to be impaired, which one and how am I scared
I'm just sitting on my devil, hot throwing chair next to my queen
We're a lovers team, just picking out your ass, you're bleeding out your fucking spleen
Don't complain to me, because you're a bitch sucking of my dick
Just to get rich
You're a bitch, that's cleaning this mess
I'm not just in cook
Never drink malt liquor or Hennessy shit
Paul Ricca, Tony Accardo
Ya'll far from following the real men of
A lot of deadly sins like an unfinished grenade, made up of exposure charades or a killers parade
The legacies will never fade, like a sword and craftmanship at bay
Be prepared to be afraid
Chorus:
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again
Verse 3:
Don't say, do it the Vegas way
Our New York brothers, made Vegas how it is today
I made it from the strip
Good money, made a quick dip
Stay underground, don't give it no little shot of quick
Don't speak bitch
Paul Ricca, Tony Accardo sit and sip
Don't fuck up already, so get lit and do it like a QB under pressure
Hardtimes are gonna be some magic in jail
Evans, Ledger
Chorus:
Treat me like a Mannequin
Nothing underneath my skin
I let you play with my head
Treat me like a Mannequin
You touch me but I feel nothing
Over and Over again