| A.W.A the mafia, my nigga
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| Here, it sells death, me-ar in hand
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| It's knocking on the door, it's almost the end
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| Here, it sells death, me-ar in hand
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| It's knocking on the door, it's almost the end
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| True love behind the Beretta
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| Around the table, it's about vendetta
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| Case closed, I owe nothing to the state
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| Want your butt? |
| Go ahead, go upstairs
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| I fart the Cohiba cigar
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| Audi S4, next door, a bomba (a bomba)
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| You take out the thing but you don't shoot
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| Poto, keep calm if you dodge the fight (the fight)
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| I don't hear them, I hear the sound of the V8
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| They do the gangstas, they believe in America
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| She, she's fresh, in fact, not terrible
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| Alone or in groups, I walk at ease on Bériz
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| Heading for the Champs-Élysées, charred car
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| There's the trivialized, in addition, everyone has tisé
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| On me, I have coils, the brothers, must be channeled
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| Avoid the arrest, they will paralyze us
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| That's it, it's dead, you spoke
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| It's scratched, it's good, it's done
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| I let you show off on the driveway
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| But in a few months, I'll make you
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| Jump ten steps but I didn't know
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| I got four aces and my Beretta
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| Jump ten steps but I didn't know
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| I got four aces and my Beretta
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| And there are few exits, I saw him in high school (in high school)
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| Understood that you need money, so a little too disappointed (too disappointed)
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| I was detailing weed in front of DBZ
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| I only hang around with kisses, under cool-al, I have visions, zinc (under cool-al,
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| I have visions, zinc)
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| His mother, I rolled up a sock (his mother, his mother)
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| In front of the zin-gam, you're waiting for the manager and the recipe (and the fucking recipe)
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| There will be nobody at your trial (nobody)
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| Still, there was everyone eating off your plate (like dogs
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| of the case)
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| That's it, I'm leaving even if I lack landmarks (eh)
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| Who are you comparing me to? |
| I can advise your father (come and see)
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| You're stupid to be hot in front of your friends, brother (come)
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| I have too many problems, don't shout when the balls are lost ('you bitch)
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| She looks at me, she sees me in tickets
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| Come on, get dressed, you smell the rusty engine
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| Come on, come and try, we're more than nuts, we're not afraid to get wet
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| That's it, it's dead, you spoke
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| It's scratched, it's good, it's done
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| I let you show off on the driveway
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| But in a few months, I'll make you
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| Jump ten steps but I didn't know
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| I got four aces and my Beretta
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| Jump ten steps but I didn't know
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| I got four aces and my Beretta
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| That's it, it's dead, you spoke
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| It's scratched, it's good, it's done
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| I let you show off on the driveway
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| But in a few months, I'll make you
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| Jump ten steps but I didn't know
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| I got four aces and my Beretta
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| Jump ten steps but I didn't know
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| I got four aces and my Beretta
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| Here, it sells death, me-ar in hand
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| It's knocking on the door, it's almost the end
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| Here, it sells death, me-ar in hand
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| It's knocking on the door, it's almost the end
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| Here, it sells death, me-ar in hand
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| It's knocking on the door, it's almost the end
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| Here, it sells death, me-ar in hand
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| It's knocking on the door, it's almost the end |