Thought we were playing with toys
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I thought my business was soulless,
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And now, my gang is in the cannon
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Expect a furious thrashing
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Goats catch glances, get wet
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Swell drunk district
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We lay, we saw, we hammer the water
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Pull cracks, only peppy
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Fragrant gan, beacon for the whole house
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Bass on the bottoms, there is an elephant in your jungle
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Brother in the footsteps, blows your heads
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You just have to gun, even at his age
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Brown from the north, f**k n** brown
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Bitches love stories like that, but not for the streets
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I growl only at the bark, don't give a fuck, even though I'm on the street
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The brothers know that Forty will never fucking deflate
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Yes, we'll blow your whole ceiling
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After all, you are like sparks from under our feet
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No, we do not merge, but pledge
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Again in ** barefoot, again on the threshold
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Brothers press the trigger
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We don't need extra time
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No, we are not bandits, no
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It's simple, we want to ** I coins
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We stick out, but not sticky, specifically
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There are up to ** I healthy moments
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Here for a dream, and not with a percentage
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All the checkout out, tailwind
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If there was no music, I would not have lived up to these years
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So many songs sung, but the answer does not change
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Answer the question and don't hide this secret
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Everyone knows what's going on in our fucking age
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And I also protect my market
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To something that is more specific, and not something that is only in the eyes
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Fuck gossip, it only pulls back
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Well, f*ck even though I'm in nonsense, but I'm aware -
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That I'm right, that I'm right
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No one here will say otherwise - yes, I'm right
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Even if it smears me a lot - yes, I'm right
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They will tell you that I'm alive here, and that I'm right
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To my niggas, not even a kilo is enough here
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My black -fashioned one will be lounged to you without an invasion
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Your heifers are whispering with you, they say introduce us
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We take the very juice, and leave the dumb ones
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Pick up leftovers
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Yes, we'll blow your whole ceiling
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After all, you are like sparks from under our feet
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No, we do not merge, but pledge
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Again in ** barefoot, again on the threshold
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Yes, I'm right, yes, I'm right!
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No one here will say otherwise - yes, I'm right
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even if it smears me a lot - yes, I'm right
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They will tell you that I am alive here, and that I am right
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