When you see me, always chill, you know I'm not kidding
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On the street, on the drunk, I run to put money in the envelope
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Sebba, fastest kid alive, come on, try to catch me
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Wait for me to step crookedly, I slip only on cash
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We're shooting like steroids, putting money on bricks
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I aim so high, there's no point in lying down
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Breakfast in London, and lunch in Paris
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In the evening in Mamaia, it's Bayram at Breeze
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Paradoxically, everything I do is epochal
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I come with the summer vibe, I flex accidentally
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1st and 2nd place, only with an instrumental
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At the same time, there seem to be several Sebba in between
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Paradoxically, I'm not happy with everything I have
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I shoot every day to buy a BMW for a Merchant '
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I made you sick, you thought I was pretending
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I've been on my toes ever since, but I'm doing my best
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You've got soap operas, what a surprise
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Baby, yo te quiero, and then he's playing my party
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He didn't come to me with many kisses, he did
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Do you want a romantic dinner? |
Thanks for a KFC
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Paradoxically, the criminal vibe
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Paradoxically, Rockstar style
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Paradoxically, stacked in his pocket
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Paradoxical, Paradoxical
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Paradoxically, the criminal vibe
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Paradoxically, Rockstar style
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Paradoxically, stacked in his pocket
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Paradoxical, Paradoxical
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When you see me, always chill, you know I'm not kidding
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On the street, on the drunk, I run to put money in the envelope
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Sebba, fastest kid alive, come on, try to catch me
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Wait for me to step crookedly, I slip only on cash
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Paradoxically, I don't change at all
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Are you asking me if I care? |
You're just a picture in the catalog
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I break everything, on the grind non-stop
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Your time in my time, the worst barter
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Internationally, the flow from abroad
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They have no idea where they come from, you say they come from a portal
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Always fresh, at any time, on any time zone
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I don't answer the phone, but don't take it personally
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Give a note to the flex, as I offer them on the go
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At cruising speed, we burn it without stress
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I don't look back, just in front, one way
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The wind is blowing, I can't resist
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Yes, success and fever
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Give it, give it, give it, until everyone shouts Sebba
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I come with the sauce and the topping and I also bring the juice
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Give it to him, give it to him, give it to him, in euros, dollars and levs
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Paradoxically, the criminal vibe
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Paradoxically, Rockstar style
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Paradoxically, stacked in his pocket
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Paradoxical, Paradoxical
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Paradoxically, the criminal vibe
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Paradoxically, Rockstar style
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Paradoxically, stacked in his pocket
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Paradoxical, Paradoxical
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When you see me, always chill, you know I'm not kidding
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On the street, on the drunk, I run to put money in the envelope
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Sebba, fastest kid alive, come try to catch me
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Wait for me to step crookedly, I slip only on cash
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Everything I do, I do with my head, the enemies come to hack
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I sleep with the stick by the bed and the sword under my head
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If it doesn't work with rap, I'll go back to fooling around
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That I am both a poet and a fiddler, a visionary and a samsar |