| I'm smoking Swisher Sweets, baby
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| White smoke, Monti district up to Cogo, baby
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| I'm not playing, I'm not staying on foot
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| As high as space, smoke between the planets
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| Smoke blunt, 10 grams, Swisher too fat
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| Money, I don't think about anything else
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| One blunt, two blunts, three blunts, four, four blunts
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| I'm with the DPGs and I have the big Gs
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| I roll these blunts, they got tipsy
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| Viola in Fanta, my eyes roll
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| Spin my joint, we're G-tossic
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| Fly around the room between this katana
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| It looks like Vale Rossi doing gymnastics
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| I eat cheese and pepper and amatriciana
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| I see the lady because she is Wild Bandana
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| I'm in four winds and I sweep everything
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| If I was in the area it was to place everything
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| I come from Genoa, I move the group
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| Between 'I have a horn in my mouth but I'm not a Hun
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| I eat Eataly with Sick Lucas
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| Between 'I do not do feat without burbuka
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| Pasta with meatball and vegetables
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| If you are not convinced there is one way
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| I buy the Swisher and fill one
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| I count the sheettas and keep one
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| We're certainly not the bar types
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| In the square we make our fortune
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| Drugs on my palm, I'm holding up bags
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| Your bitch has bags under her eyes
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| I'm making money, I'm running
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| 10 grams, I suck sweet shit
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| She calls me sweet Mon Chéri
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| Smoke from a two-pound pack
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| There is fog in the place, I'm smoking fat
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| The street is my dish where I still eat
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| Double G Gucci over the jacket
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| She wants me, dust in her pocket
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| From another galaxy, I don't smoke standard
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| 300 my G-Stars
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| Bitch queue up, crack my buckle
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| My square district (Monti district)
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| Fucking aliens from outer space
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| I'm smoking Swisher Sweets, baby
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| White smoke, Monti district up to Cogo, baby
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| I'm not playing, I'm not staying on foot
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| As high as space, smoke between the planets
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| Smoke blunt, 10 grams, Swisher too fat
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| Money, I don't think about anything else
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| One blunt, two blunts, three blunts, four, four blunts |