I'm in the club, I'm breaking my head, I'm very hungry
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I keep an eye on women, but I think about food
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I went down to the Gang, earlier I was to Gaia
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On the Floreasca road, I feel like in Mamaia
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I let go, my eyes twitching
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Licking black hair, like Monica Iacob Riczsi
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Thin lips, I hope he doesn't grit his teeth
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Yes, full of bombshell, what did your parents feed you?
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Her dress is short, I swear to all the saints
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That I see his third eye, and I'm not talking about the mind's eye
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I'm getting closer, tell me if I can
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If you go to Geni, do you put a big one with everything?
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, don't you go out for a shaorma, honey?
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, you're not going out for a shaorma, are you?
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(And I pay her, and I pay her)
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Hello, Mom?
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It's me, DOC, who's Johnny?
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Anyway, at least we didn't go down without explaining ourselves first
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(Whore!)
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Why, no more money, no cash, no card
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No, I'm not broken
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Why did I call you?
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What do you mean? |
What do you want to say?
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You don't like a chicken stick anymore?
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Yes, I know, you're with feng shui restaurants
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Not long ago, you made three muffins for a Mc menu
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What the fuck are you madam? |
What do you want, Shaorma?
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This one is already pouring, what are you pushing, man?
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Can't you see I'm on the phone with the love of my life?
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Are you in a hurry? |
Get the shaorma out of the skin
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, don't you go out for a shaorma, honey?
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, you're not going out for a shaorma, are you?
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Hello, Mom?
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It's not Maxi, it's Johnny
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(Who?)
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Come closer, I know you like champions!
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Don't stress anymore, leave the neurons alone
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Put it in, too, until your buttons jump
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You're bored, bored, full of shit
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I chitros of gall, we do it 50-50
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I'm calling you, but you're coming with the whole fleet
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Now there is no doubt who will pay the bill
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You, or put your appetite on someone else
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You can't mess with shau and his shaorma
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I moved again, we're having a party
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I'm waiting for you at a shaorma, Dristor Budapest
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, don't you go out for a shaorma, honey?
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, you're not going out for a shaorma, are you?
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Come on, come on, I know you're hungry
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In two days, I'll fold it for you
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And you put it all in, because I'm the finest
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Especially for you, from mutton
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But you're a delicate girl, you don't want spices
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Simple and straightforward, without feelings
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But the whole menu, like a little parenthesis
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You know it doesn't taste good without a line of mayonnaise
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But look, the girl understands the file
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What schemes do I have, I can swear I'll make him a pizza
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It is confirmed, Junky knows the trade
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I have my business open 24 hours a day
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, don't you go out for a shaorma, honey?
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Come on, go out to shaorma, baby
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No, you're not going out for a shaorma, are you? |