| FEDUK One Love…
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| Jungle
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| I like you better when you're naked
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| Only sneakers on you, yes gold bracelets
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| Jungle, it's hot summer on our floor
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| Wet, nothing else matters
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| Beat, vibe, this music rocks you
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| Like megabytes, you don't understand, it's just hype
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| A track for those who are not standing still, moving
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| In Nike, for those who get high with us
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| Vanya Dorn sets fire to the bong
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| heal my wounds hip hop
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| This style is like from project love
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| Bitches don't know much about anything
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| But they trample the floor, we sharpen the flow
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| This music is like a strong moan on me
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| Stopped wearing the barrel, towards the pen
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| Not enough words for these rappers
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| My party is good, but this city of sins
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| My party is good, but this city of sins
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| Sin City, Sin City...
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| We drown, we drown, to hell with dope
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| We purely do Hip-Hop
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| I'm tired, and there are so many spears around (Sin City, Sin City)
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| We drown, we drown, to hell with dope
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| We purely do Hip-Hop
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| I'm tired, and there are so many copies around
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| My party is good, but this Sin City...
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| On the floor - jungle
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| It's a hot summer on our floor
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| On the floor - everyone forgot how they were dressed
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| On the floor - the disks are spinning, the planet is spinning
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| On the floor - no one will forbid us to do this
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| On the floor - jungle
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| It's a hot summer on our floor
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| On the floor - everyone forgot how they were dressed
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| On the floor - the disks are spinning, the planet is spinning
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| On the floor - no one will forbid us to do this
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| On the floor - I'm on the block
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| Twisted this style into a dreadlock curl
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| Like a reggaeton boy, to spite all the cops
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| And I need Moscow, it's too clean in Europe
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| I need this city, again the vanity in the top
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| I did not choose him, he was transmitted through the blood
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| The outskirts remember, the center is aware
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| Hey, who's sleeping, who's hanging out?
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| Put together a team
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| Yes, one that won't fit into the lens
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| MC at the opening act - I call him ahead of time
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| After all, all our guys are ahead
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| When there are bandits behind the Zollo-Varior consoles
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| After the party the building is like after dynamite
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| Every day our pyramid grows up
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| All that's been done is only half
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| We drown, we drown, to hell with dope
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| We purely do Hip-Hop
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| I'm tired, and there are so many spears around (Sin City, Sin City)
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| We drown, we drown, to hell with dope
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| We purely do Hip-Hop
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| I'm tired, and there are so many copies around
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| My party is good, but this Sin City...
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| On the floor - jungle
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| It's a hot summer on our floor
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| On the floor - everyone forgot how they were dressed
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| On the floor - the disks are spinning, the planet is spinning
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| On the floor - no one will forbid us to do this
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| On the floor - jungle
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| It's a hot summer on our floor
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| On the floor - everyone forgot how they were dressed
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| On the floor - the disks are spinning, the planet is spinning
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| On the floor - no one will forbid us to do this
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| Overdose from love to you
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| Stuck on the floor again
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| White crosses in red wine
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| Romance of city discos
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| An overdose of love for you
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| Stuck on the floor again
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| And why are my crosses flooded with red again
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| Look for the causes of the cause in yourself
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| On the floor…
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| On the floor... (summer!)
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| On the floor… |