| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| They know, know
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| Let them confess these cellars
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| Sometimes I spin, I spin, I spin
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| I'm spinning, I'm brave, I'm drooling
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| Another classic that fucks mothers
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| Expect everything this year I'm doing carnage
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| Vroom vroom vroom, push yourself I accelerate
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| I'm going to shake the Prado-Carénage
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| It scratches, it scratches
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| As usual, it hits, it hits
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| CZ on the T-Max, T-Max
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| Continuation with the BAC, the BAC
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| Stop taking me for what I am not
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| You wanted to race me, but bro you're not
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| Confuse we don't flee, between friends we don't fuck
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| A.L.O.N Jul we're coming beware
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| They know, know
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| Let them confess these 'cellars
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| Sometimes I spin, I spin, I spin
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| I'm spinning, I'm brave, I'm drooling
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| Get away from there, we're going to hurt you
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| We dance on the pin-pon it's infernal
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| You do me the big you don't even have thirty bucks
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| And you talk too much when you're in court
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| You feel bad, you feel bad
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| Since you are no longer one you have no more friends
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| Your gadji made you sink but what got into you?
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| I don't know what you got, live your life
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| Only traitors, let them go get screwed
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| Accelerates in CBR, in SLR
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| If you see us fucking it up, tell yourself it's time
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| Don't make any manners, I'm rhabat
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| They know, know
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| Let them confess these 'cellars
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| Sometimes I spin, I spin, I spin
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| I'm spinning, I'm brave, I'm drooling
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| They say we don't love each other but we get attached
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| We keep the Pradas we don't care if we're on the page
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| Charcoal, caboose, robberies
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| My generation wants cash
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| It's the sound of scratching the couz'
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| Don't shake my hand if you scratch your balls
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| If they hit the family hunt them all down
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| And if you come across them, crush them all
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| You hide but we know everything
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| To get home you take big detours
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| Fuck your daronnes you drive me crazy
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| If you're hot let's meet
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| They know, know
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| Let them confess these 'cellars
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| Sometimes I spin, I spin, I spin
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| I'm spinning, I'm brave, I'm drooling
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| It scratches all year round
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| It swings left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| I have nothing to beat
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| All year it itches, left to right
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| And that's just blabbering
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| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| Lo lo lo, the the the
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| Lo lo lo, the the the |