Hey Hey hey
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Hey-yu-yu
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Me, me, ha, woo
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I, I, I
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Dope has eaten you up (Yeah)
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Clubs and weed (Yeah)
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Salts and cognac (I)
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They took power over you
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And you are now their personal slave (U, me)
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White Maserati (R-r-r)
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Pull up in the back (U)
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Filled with friends (Me)
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Drugs have eaten you up (Ra-ta-ta)
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Clubs and Grass (Ra-ta)
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Salts and cognac (I)
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They took power over you
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And you are now their personal slave (R-r-ra, ooh)
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White Maserati (R-r-r)
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Pulls up from behind (Me)
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filled with friends
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What do you think? |
How are you here?
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The guys are all in fun (Pshyu-pshyu)
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Girls using nonsense locked up somewhere, probably (Ay)
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They can't believe what's gone (Hmm-hmm)
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Going for a new one with packages (Ay-ay)
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They bring sweets for everyone (I-I)
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And then they think all night
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How many tracks did they have
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Connect to be good
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There is only one powder in me
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There is only one variety in my blood
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I set fire to a vigorous bong and squandered everything on it
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Oh everything, oh, my mother said
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What's wrong, but I naively got into this wheel
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Endless mistakes, maybe lucky
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My life principle is a wild image on the face
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Dope has eaten you up (Yeah) |
Clubs and weed (Yeah)
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Salts and cognac (I)
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They took power over you
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And you are now their personal slave (U, me)
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White Maserati (R-r-r)
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Pull up in the back (U)
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Filled with friends (Me)
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Drugs have eaten you up (Ra-ta-ta)
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Clubs and Grass (Ra-ta)
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Salts and cognac (I)
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They took power over you
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And you are now their personal slave (R-r-ra)
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White Maserati (R-r-r)
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Pulls up from behind (Me)
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filled with friends
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(I, I, I, I, I, I)
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It's dark in your eyes (Me, me, me, me, me, me)
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You only see the bottom (Me, me, me, me, me, me)
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All the highs at your feet (Me, me, me, me, me, me)
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But don't forget one thing: (What?)
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"Everything has its price!"
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Got too drunk again or went miles
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And we can fly, don't fly above your strength!
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And I am blue frost again, she is also again with a mini
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She wants to fly, fly with me in style
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You don't know why she doesn't sleep with you
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She loves her ass so much, but she doesn't like brains
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She so wants a couple of grams, her moans like a soprano
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This bitch is already a mother, this bitch is not even enough (Little, little)
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2 glasses are not enough, I was attacked
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She just: "Adikala"
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She draws roads like Frida Kahlo
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She fucked you again |
Sucked me and sat on your fuck
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Chemistry-chemistry-chemistry-chemistry
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Do you think this illusion is real?
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Chemistry-chemistry-chemistry-chemistry
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And you still think that your soul is yours, right?
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Fuck... Hey, you've been eaten up by drugs! |