| 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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