| They kidnapped me and filled the sky with lead
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| Under the balaclava, officials starved for wages
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| They snatch me from my brothers between shots
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| Then the exchange was favorable, exchange with the Honorable
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| And tour of the two Americas, stop in Iberian crates (and on)
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| I do a few years parked, hidden from the state
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| Euro stolen by the MEP (yes)
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| After again out of the banks
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| Mistaken for an hour for a slut with a cock in her underwear
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| They spin me and draw white lines
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| I live with fear, they light straws with cash!
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| Then there was the robbery and it was a little good from Comasina (yes)
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| Shot for cocaine stories
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| Then an agent picked me up from the dead, a fluorescent light
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| He tells him I'm real and so now I'm his
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| Fill the box, fill the tub
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| Cash in that pocket, inflate it like a pasha
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| Too much is not enough for you, you are corrupt, enough
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| Frost euro-alaska, zero neuro gets fat
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| Fill the box, fill the tub
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| Cash in that pocket, inflate it like a pasha
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| Too much is not enough for you, you are corrupt, enough
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| Frost euro-alaska, zero neuro gets fat
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| Make this secret code, away from the
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| Indiscreet look, and the bastard is behind you
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| Take me back to Ciro, (yes) over there, behind San Siro (yes)
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| Psychosis, cirrhosis, never make fun of him
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| He rolls me up and takes a hit,
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| count my brothers and make us beautiful with ironing
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| Brothels with me around
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| There are people with huge liquidity, they buy a sum amount
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| Maybe he goes into a coma.
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| Now I shake greasy hands, the honorable member has her in mind,
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| Wife calls, mind, she makes me wait while
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| The blonde does the merengue. |
| she blows him, she sinks his nails
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| He came in a sad minute and twenty-five
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| Anxiety in this transaction, but what a good feeling
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| She hugs me: she will work on television
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| I dress red, I stay dirty, I know you want to see me double
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| Heat the opium and do it by keeping quiet or talking
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| Fill the box, fill the tub
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| Cash in that pocket, inflate it like a pasha
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| Too much is not enough for you, you are corrupt, enough
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| Frost euro-alaska, zero neuro gets fat
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| Fill the box, fill the tub
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| Cash in that pocket, inflate it like a pasha
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| Too much is not enough for you, you are corrupt, enough
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| Frost euro-alaska, zero neuro gets fat
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| How many hands have clasped me, given for a bag
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| With a one pound stick
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| Inside the mattress so they take me to bed
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| The higher the stack, the more true the respect is
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| They know where to find me, this is our secret
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| They know where to leave me if they have something back
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| And every night I have a dream:
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| I am like the sun and the whole world revolves around me
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| Salvador Dalì frà, daily availability
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| It is never exhausted when I cross the border
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| Dolce vita, a shower and a change of face and the record comes back clean
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| They smoke nervous, bingo
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| I convince them like a magician with hypnosis,
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| I fold them, scoliosis
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| The road rubs me, abuse, sweat and sclero
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| In the massive fur bank, bro is below zero
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| Money, money, don't ask where it came from
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| Money, money, money, don't ask where it came from
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| Money, money, money, don't ask where it came from
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| Money, money, money, don't ask where it came from
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| Money, money, money, money, money, money
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| Money, money, money, money, money, money |