Turn the key, uncle, from the Volvo 3000
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In the back seat while I count the battery
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With the face in the gaze of the one who takes aim
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Which means that whoever controls me admires me
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And off with that merchandise that the police are looking for
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From packets in the stomach to a friend of mine
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Weights pass through the glass in the back
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Because those who work with grams have their eyes behind them
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I dream of a perfect day like crime
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On the 525 dello Zio, "Drive straight"
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In the lead, profit, D.O.G.O style, rap euro, street euro, no D.I.G.O.S
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It's street cinema, I'm the projector
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Bro, you find me back there as a protector
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And if the color in the rearview mirror is blue
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One moment and you're a believer, praise be to the Lord
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Young, crazy, and I don't give a fuck
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In the car arm out and the bulls in the plant
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Green sheets in his pocket
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In the other, green flowers
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You do not know what you're missing
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Take a walk outside
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Go slowly, look at that one: "What would I do to him," and so on
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She with you never, accelerate
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Safari in the neighborhood, smoke mirages, narcopassaggi
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Armageddon inside the beverages
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Four-zone and time dials, 4:20 hours
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Under the jacket hyenas, they see with the lights off
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Without effort and studies, young entrepreneur
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He talks to us for three minutes, the bomb for three hours
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It's a jackpot if they turn on the terminal
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It is as a child that these infamous want to finish me
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And, bro, do you want to take off? |
If you want you have to collar
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Tell your folks he doesn't send it, my buddy does buy it
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Uncle, he does not turn it at all even to those who do not turn it at all
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If he doesn't pay, he doesn't pull it at all
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He drops his glasses and sees night forever, eclipse in the morning
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Valentino's redest eyes
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Young, crazy, and I don't give a fuck
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In the car arm out and the bulls in the plant
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Green sheets in his pocket
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In the other, green flowers
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You do not know what you're missing
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Take a walk outside
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Stop at the traffic lights, look at her on the Ferrari alone
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She already has a red head, she wants a purple head
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She is yours with 24k
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And you see that we miss a stop with you at Motel K.
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Between ', the siren sounds: Houston, I have a problem
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Uncle, drop it and turn your back
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It's jungle, run away from the panther in the streets
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You have a face that even your mother doesn't like
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Snow in July, we tear the Naviglio
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Each finger of the hand a street in Milan
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The more you want to do bad, the more you don't count for a shit
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You stare at us from a Tigra, but you want a Z4
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Rhymes adhering to reality more than you think
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So they stop me on the street, in every sense
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She confesses to me that she is afraid of the future
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Escaping onto an Enduro, pure heart transplant
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Young, crazy, and I don't give a fuck
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In the car arm out and the bulls in the plant
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Green sheets in his pocket
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In the other, green flowers
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You do not know what you're missing
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Take a walk outside |