| Mom is a housewife
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| (Ulalala)
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| 'This girl has her tongue on the ground and makes me smooth home
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| (Ulalala)
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| The belt, the shoes I have in the same color, my friend is pregnant
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| (Ulalala)
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| She shoots the white balls but pockets the clubs, yes like a golfer
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| (Ulalala)
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| He follows these stripes and takes him to gold on the podium
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| Yes, as if on the track
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| My son who wants to sell, yes as a wholesaler
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| Attached to the ass 'are people who want' this stuff
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| Yes like a monkey
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| Suck this money in a hurry
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| Yes, like sucking a little girl's tit
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| Inflate this bundle of money, yes like a tire dealer
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| Oh, like a bodybuilder
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| I don't know English
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| Inside a map a fir tree
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| I had to stay in jail and instead
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| I wanted to have, but not to show it
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| No no no, no no no (Wow!)
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| No no noo, no no no, no no no
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| 'Sta weeda is so orange that it looks like a peach
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| (Ulalala)
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| 'This girl has a strawberry between' that my head is spinning
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| (Ulalala)
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| I have a hundred shells in my pocket but I don't go fishing
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| (Ulalala)
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| This sachet with the heart of a candy
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| Ulalala
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| I remember the businesses
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| An unpretentious life
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| The jump through hoops to get to the end of the month
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| Then. |
| (Then?!)
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| And now I almost always ride first class
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| This crazy life, between ', seemed to be calling me
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| The world turns the axis, we turn them fat
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| Doing this shit right I'm the master (Baby)
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| I fight in this arena like Russell (Hater)
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| As soon as you have the class in play, man
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| You disappear like Casper
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| They shout "Ulalala" when the champion is there
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| Around my neck I have Saint Peter and Saint Paul
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| The moon on a white plate
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| I have a dick headed
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| Yes, but I have the Pantheon around my neck
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| I know the first in Italy that what he says he has done
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| And what I say I do
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| Light and candle
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| Yes, dying is a career for my boys
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| 'Sta weeda is so orange that it looks like a peach
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| (Ulalala)
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| 'This girl has a strawberry between' that my head is spinning
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| (Ulalala)
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| I have a hundred shells in my pocket but I don't go fishing
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| (Ulalala)
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| This sachet with the heart of a candy
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| Ulalala
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| White snow, broadband connection
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| King on that bench
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| Mom, white powdered milk
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| No, no money in the bank, ten thousand in your pocket, that's enough
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| Pantalone casca, you are a meal you are pasta
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| You are full of headband, face
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| The duck falls for it, you are a duck that eats
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| Sbanca, Uncle Scrooge in the square
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| My ass on the golden bed
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| Salmon in avocado sauce
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| What I don't say, the lawyer knows
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| Brother, this fish has taken the bait
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| We don't work, yes, but we work
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| On my wrist, like the Big Bang
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| My friar has stuff that bursts his veins and arteries
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| But like the Big Bang
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| 'Sta weeda is so orange that it looks like a peach
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| I cook 'sta (Ulalala) which looks like a pearl
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| I have a hundred shells in my pocket but I don't go fishing
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| Oysters and plates, kilos of grass in the car
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| Ulalalaaa
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| (Lalala, lalala, lalala)
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| 'Sta weeda is so orange that it looks like a peach
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| (Ulalala)
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| 'This girl has a strawberry between' that my head is spinning
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| (Ulalala)
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| I have a hundred shells in my pocket but I don't go fishing
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| (Ulalala)
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| This sachet with the heart of a candy
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| Ulalala
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| The dunes and the desert of the Tartars in my jacket
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| This sachet is more of a beach than a sachet
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| 'This river of money is not enough, dad nothing in the bank
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| (I have nothing in the bank)
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| To my brother you are nothing more than a plate of pasta
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| Ulalalaaa |