I didn't sleep for two days
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I need a potion
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Need to work to
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Spin your hive
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We are decoys from the streets
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We love to set fire to Vesuvius
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Every track is like bullets
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Your boys are blown away
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Reload in shoulder butt
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There is a plan in my head, my blunt is smoldering
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Chillim like a hippie is the style from black
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Southern flow put them to sleep
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Good night
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Campaign I have a mania to pick up something
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Doing this classic like I'm bang
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Mom says you need to do things
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Papa said the street remembers the names
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Do it yourself, do it yourself (x4)
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This is my hour live style sounds
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Pulling the game on smokekin weed
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The sun is smoldering on the horizon
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Come on feel what's inside
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Let's make a show on the background of the roofs
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Our sound is playing you are silent
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You wait...
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Our flock is always there, ha
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What's wrong, come on, sit down
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Let's break down the facts
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I need a charge
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Whatsapp number, fanam wasap
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Smoke in my hair, chop down a joint
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I don’t get into trouble, here it flows like a wasp
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Set to lift without weight insurance
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I feel good, i kill my problem
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Give me a week I'll get better Black room on detox
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It's a fucking campus, the shop is boiling like a lambo
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Raising the bar to fit the boys I need a brabus
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I run through the bars, as if they won’t catch up, we hammer the take like a cocker
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Your business is bad, I put the bolt on the cops, two kg under the locker
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Catch the spoiler, took the money - bye, stop ringing me
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And I withdraw from the ATM what I did myself while you are in stories
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Exodus one, soon a shot
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We made style as usual
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All money leaked, again an avalanche
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Your max is half
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And while the wheel flies
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Together with him and all things
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Everything is fine, even though there are zeros
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I know what to do and how
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Wanted to understand, but did not buy the style
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It must be right inside
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We fly like days, I'm not alone
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Do it yourself, do it yourself (x4) |