| I saw that most of it chénef
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| All in search of profit
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| There I finished the 'bottle of Jack
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| The impression that I'm getting closer to the darkness
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| Don't worry, they won't be stubborn for long
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| I wanted to do them all to myself, I restrained myself
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| You like to be tough but when there's nobody holding you back
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| Your detained brothers
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| Hey, we're coming out of the slums
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| Give more one foot to the tess', in front of the OPJ, bitch, you said it all
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| I knew that on you, I had to doubt
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| Pushed you to take out the tools
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| When I think you were drinking from my bottle
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| And that together we lived the routine
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| There, I am posed
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| Oh yeah the fart, it's dosed
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| Since she knows there are the fon-fons
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| She does everything so that we come and talk to her
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| Yeah, poto, I'm here
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| When we come through the doors
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| It's the potato that takes you up a floor
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| Yeah, poto, I'm here
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| When we come through the doors
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| It's the potato that takes you up a floor
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| I am under pillave
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| Only sick people in the villa
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| You're doing the bella
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| I would like to see you without makeup
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| We're here, we, you, you're leaving, you're boring me
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| Don't think I'm stupid, I know you envy me
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| Get fresh, I'll look for you in the night
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| And find a girlfriend who takes care of my friend
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| And there's my friend's friend
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| He's a little drunk but don't worry, it's Lamine
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| We're going to take a tour of the city
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| Hendek, I'll leave you in the city if you play the miss
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| I'm under cool-al, there
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| Always a thought for my tolards-lards
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| We always want more
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| There's nothing enough for my shingles
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| I'm under cool-al, there
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| Always a thought for my tolards-lards
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| We always want more
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| There's nothing enough for my shingles
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| Yeah, poto, I'm here
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| When we come through the doors
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| It's the potato that takes you up a floor
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| Yeah, poto, I'm here
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| When we come through the doors
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| It's the potato that takes you up a floor
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| Yeah, poto, I'm here
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| When we come through the doors
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| It's the potato that takes you up a floor
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| Yeah, poto, I'm here
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| When we come through the doors
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| It's the potato that takes you up a floor |